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hatsbuckets · 4 months ago

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TF 141 x Reader - Shower Hide Out

Short Version: You're a member of 141. Mission's over. The boys come hide while you're taking a shower. (Hide? Hide from what?)

WC: ~1300

Pairings: (implied) TF141 x (afab) reader | teensy weensy Ghost x Soap

Warnings: none? (nudity ig, but nobody does or sees anything,) extremely brief mention of drowning. (lmk if I need to add)

A/N: my first little cod fic I'm posting! teehee. Just something cute and domestic and simple that I thought of while showering. LMAO I did this instead of writing my thesis today so plz enjoy. More like this maybe to come?

It was late and a shower was long overdue.

You were grateful to finally be at a place where you could shower. It'd been days out on a mission and the sight of the little house was like heaven on Earth. Laswell had gotten it together, and you all met her there with little ceremony, but plenty of thanks. You each made sure each of you were good and not dying before sitting in with Kate.

You always got a little protective over the boys after the high stress, near-death-experiences you go through together. And they were the same with you, and each other, in their own little ways. Sometimes you weren't sure why, but you rolled with it. Soap always made a point to talk with you, helping you and himself destress. Ghost made sure you weren’t hurt, you would do the same, then he’d say something about getting better. You and Gaz liked to eat together, making sure you were both fed. Price was quiet, bringing you tea or coffee in the later hours, but never quiet enough to avoid a bit of banter. Sometimes it was a hearty combination of them all at the same time, and sometimes it was just one or two. Whatever it was, you were grateful.

This current mission had resulted in you and Johnny both nearly drowning to death, but you were okay, and so was he. Naturally, it left all parties a little on edge. Soap didn’t shut up the whole drive to safety, keeping spirits light while Ghost and Gaz tried to keep the two of you from freezing to death. Laswell was worried too. She insisted, in her stoic way, on getting you all safe and rested for a bit before moving forward.

This wasn't the first time you'd all holed up in a small house, and it wouldn't be the last, but it was definitely one of the quieter nights of the five of you together. Laswell and Price wasted little time before discussing and debriefing. The rest of you were hardly as interested, tired mostly, but pulled in all the same.

Finally, they let you head up to the shower first, even though Johnny was shaking from the chill of still being in damp clothes.

"Go on, lass," he had chattered. "I'll b-be just fine."

Ghost had to force another towel around him before you were satisfied.

Upstairs, you twisted the shower on, letting the heat steam as you undressed. You peeled away a still damp uniform and even damper socks. Ew.

You'd need a full body scrub down to feel better.

You stepped in, pulling the curtain closed and letting the hot water soak through your hair and warm you to the bone. It hurt a little at your toes, the way warm water does as blood rushes around you again. You started with shampoo, lathering your hair intentionally, but not in a hurry.

As you rinsed you swore you heard the door creak. Then a relaxed sigh confirmed your suspicion.

"Soap?" You guessed quietly.

The Scot hummed in response.

You didn't mind. It wouldn't be the first time he'd stood by while you showered. Though normally it was because neither of you wanted whatever intriguing discussion you were having to be interrupted. Another of those weird little, post-mission comforts. This was just him, sitting quietly, enjoying the warmth of the steamed washroom.

You heard him kick his boots off as you put conditioner in your hair. Then another sound of the door hinges. At first you thought he'd left-weirdo, just drop your boots and leave- but then you realized from a mumbling grunt that he had not left.

You heard the shuffling of movement and the quietest unidentifiable remark from Soap, and then just the sound of the water again.

"Soap?" You asked, confirming if the man was still there.

He hummed again. "Still 'ere. Got some company too."

If you had to guess, it was probably Ghost. You could imagine him plopped down on the floor at Soap's feet, leaning against the man's legs. Again, it didn't bother you as you rinsed the product from your hair. Ghost had seen you roughed up, helped patch you up enough that his presence couldn't bother you. You'd done a bit of the same for him. Those weird little comforts.

Knowing they were on the other side of the dark curtain, dirty and wet and tired, but alive, settled a bit of the hammer of worry in your chest. It warmed you from the inside as much as the water on the outside.

The door hinges creaked again, announcing another arrival. You were grinning now.

"Captain scare ya off, Gaz?" Ghost teased.

There was a moment where he didn't respond. "This is just the warmest room in the house, with how much water she's using."

You laughed lightly as you lathered up. Whatever he was in here for you also didn't mind. You trusted Kyle with your life, and with the times he's seen you drunk after celebratory bar nights, you couldn't chase him off now. Those little comforts.

Before you could rinse off, the door creaked a fourth time. You thought maybe one of them had left. Maybe Kyle. But instead, you heard an unmistakable grumble.

"You moppets. Let the girl shower in peace." Price's voice was low but laced with a tease.

"And wot brings you 'ere, Captain?" Soap poked right back.

You rinsed yourself, a laugh escaping you as you thought about the four grown men occupying the small space. Little comforts.

"What's so funny?" Ghost's voice was light, or at least as light as it could be when he wasn't too stressed.

"Are you all hiding from Kate?" You teased.

When your question was met with silence, you had your answer. Your laugh burst from you as you turned the water off. It subsided only as the chill of the air entered the isolated space as you extended your hand through the small gap between curtain and wall. There was a moment of shuffling and scrambling, then a towel landed in your hand.

"You'd be hidin' too if you were down there listening to her plans, that woman never rests," Soap's voice grumbled. It made you laugh again as you wrapped the towel around your body. You finally pulled open the curtain to the scene before you.

Like you'd guessed, Soap was seated on the toilet, boots off in the pile next to your own, his clothes still damp. Ghost was seated on the floor in front of him, still fully geared. Kyle had at least taken off his equipment in a different room, sitting on the floor against the sink counter. And Price, also still fully dressed, was leaning just inside the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.

While the other men glanced away in their respectful little ways, Soap watched as you stepped out, earning a thump on the leg from Ghost.

"What?" Soap cried. "She's'not naked!"

You laughed, stepping over Ghost and Gaz's legs as you made your way to the door. You rested your free hand on Price's shoulder and his eyes met yours.

"Surely Kate's new ideas aren't that bad," you teased.

The man shrugged, a smile crinkling his eyes. "You can go find out."

You huffed a tiny laugh. You could feel all their eyes on you now, so you made a point to linger just a moment longer. "One of you start showering; you all smell."

You headed for your own room as Soap's gripes and protests hit your ears. You understood something along the lines of “wouldn’t if you’d not taken all the water.” You smiled to yourself. They were protective, always in that weird little way of theirs after the high stress, near-death-experiences you all go through together. Shared little weird-not weird, just your own-comforts to make sure you were all alive and well. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

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moonlight-records · 6 months ago

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Rich Boys Don't Have Hearts I LN4 (Pt. II)

pairing: Jock!Lando Norris x Nerd!Reader

summary: Formula Ivy Academy, or FIA for short, is the most renowned private in the world who takes such a select few. Usually those from wealth with status and secrets and so much to lose. Yet, you are selected to join the FIA on a full scholarship. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain scares a lot students, especially their star athlete who will do anything to protect those he cares about. Though, he didn't expect you to have as much of a...bite to you for a little nobody.

warning: jealous!lando. also possessive lando again, ig. bestie!charles, MESSY!FRANCO!!! god it becomes SO messy!!! franco is so smooth too. mention of make out. mention of eating out & fingering (f receiving). um idk after, kinda dying like ferrari's strategy by not having it beta read

fc: none!

a/n: since everyone is asking!!! here’s a new part!!! also once again, i opened a ko-fi! feel free to show extra love 💕

wc: 4.5K

part 1 | current | part 3 | part 4

“Has Lando’s attitude gotten any better since last week?”

“No.”

“Ha! Well, surely he’s been a bit better at practices, no?”

“That, he has. I think it’s because Max snapped at him and the coach backed Max up. Though he still gives me dirty glares during practice when he’s not speaking to me.” Charles shrugs, “though I am unbothered. I wasn’t the one who tried to bribe someone out of this school for people who don’t actually truly like me. Still baffles me that he did that considering how half the school talks poorly about him behind his back. Some are not as subtle as others.”

“Well, everyone has their reasons. Maybe he was more so worried about his friends. Max, Oscar, you—”

“I don't know if I would qualify as a friend anymore.”

“I would consider you a friend if I was Lando,” you admit with a small smile, “friends fight. That’s just the nature of any relationship, romantic or not. I bet he’ll let it go and muster up some apology for being such a dick to you.”

“And you.”

You let out a bitter laugh, “Lando apologize to me? My dear friend, are you sure you don’t smoke anything? Because that sounds like straight delusion. Did you find the delusion at the store? If so, did you get extra because I would love some.” You remark.

“Y/N. I’m serious here.”

“So am I, Charlie. Lando is never going to apologize to me for the shit he tried to pull on me last week.” You lean forward in your seat while making a face at the thought of Lando actually apologizing to you, “Him apologizing means that he was wrong and him admitting that he’s wrong is like hell freezing over or God admitting he was wrong to cast Lucifer out of heaven or like a guy actually knowing where the clit is or—”

“Y/N!” Charles almost shrieks before shuffling closer and murmuring, “you cannot just say things like that! You know how they are about language—”

“Oh bite me.” You groan softly while looking at Charles unimpressed, “The FIA only made that rule because Max was stupid enough to curse at his advisor. Though Marko totally deserved it, if you ask me. Besides.” You take a chance to look on either side of you before looking back at Charles, “we’re the only two here so I doubt anybody heard me. If they did, I think a lot of the girls would be agreeing with my statement and if it was faculty, I will happily take my community service hours because I am not apologizing for telling the truth.” You lean back in your seat with a shrug.

You watch Charles open and close his mouth as he tries to think of something to say and him growing increasingly frustrated because he really had nothing to say besides ‘you’re right, y/n’. You giggle seeing Charles huff and lean back in his chair, grumbling that “ you have some fair points.” You just nod before looking back down at all your notebook. You take a moment before tipping your laptop screen back as you go back to rewriting your notes as silence falls over you and Charles.

“I’ll be right back.” You tear your gaze away from your laptop looking at Charles who is gently pushing his books and laptop back onto the table. “I promised Arthur I would help him with piano and I have to meet him in ten minutes. I’ll be back soon,” Charles is rapidly telling you as he grabs his coat, hastily walking away. You stare, mouth a bit open before just accepting your fate and turning back around. Whatever, it’s fine.

You start finding your groove again as you see just a flash of color across from you. Still, you didn’t even acknowledge the other as you continued to take these notes down. You take a few more minutes to get through the section and let out a sigh of relief. That was one out of four, anyway. Leaning back, you rub your eyes and decide you can take a five minute break. Dropping your hands, you expect to see Charles sitting across from you once again. Instead, someone else sat in Charles' seat.

The universe just loves to test your patience. It has barely been a week since the incident with Lando that you had swore you were done. No more curly hair, greenish eyes, stupid contagious smile, friendly heartthrobs in your life. It was so oddly specific that you were certain the universe would listen but instead the universe decided to test you if you were really done since you now have curly hair, hazel green eyes, stupidly friendly and contagious smile sitting right across from you who was watching you with a gentle smile.

“Franco?”

“Y/N. There you are.” Franco leans forward and puts his elbows on the table, “Leave it to you to find the coolest hidden spot in the library.” He leans over to look at your laptop and then sits back down. “Are you rewriting notes? Gross. I am very sure you have an uh…” he pauses, “photographic memory. That is the word. You already know the things, please put the notes down and have social interactions?”

“Oh why thank you for thinking I have a photographic memory but I do in fact study a lot.” You giggle and feel a blush creep onto your face at the compliment. “I am having social interaction. Am I not talking to you?” You raise a brow at him smiling. “I can talk to you while rewriting my notes, you know.”

“Yes but I do not want you to do that but that means I only have half your attention,” Franco complains as he gently closes your laptop screen shut and grabs your hands. You look at Franco and feel your face turn as red as the school’s hoodie while looking at the other, “and that just will not do.” Franco brings your hand to cup his cheek while looking at you, “you’re always taking notes and talking. I want one hundred percent of your time. Just this once, please?”

You were not the universe’s strongest warrior. The way that Franco looked at you with those wide eyes and small pout. You had found yourself letting your resolve melt quickly as you gently shut your laptop, elbow on the table while resting your cheek against your palm. “Yeah,” you find yourself saying while smiling dreamily at your fellow classmate, “I can do that.”

“Wonderful!” Franco praises as he leans back slightly. “Now, where were we last time we talked?” Franco thinks trying to recall, “I think we were talking about Hamilton—”

“And Toto,” you add on with a grin.

“Right, right,” Franco nods while glancing around before leaning in slightly. “I’m going fucking insane. They have Hamilton coming in as the guest designer for the fashion students this year and they moved the fashion kids into the arts building after that fire. Which means,” Franco grumbles, “I have the fortunate bad luck of seeing Lewis four times a week almost all day.”

“Why is that bad? He’s like your biggest celebrity crush.”

“That’s the thing!” Franco hisses, “He’s a celebrity crush. A crush that was never to see my existence or anything. Now instead of kilometers separating us, it’s just one floor! You think a man that is perfect should be looking at someone like me?” Franco looks at you, horrified, “Y/N. Please. I’ve never been so stressed over my looks before going to class. I don’t know how much longer my fragile heart can take seeing Lewis in all his glorious outfits with all those lovely rings…and tattoos…and stay sane.” Franco drops his head in defeat before looking back up at you. “Well, what about you? How’s your celebrity crush on Toto?”

You sigh and look away defeated. “Sadly, he is no longer a celebrity crush. He’s…” You cover your mouth as you take a moment. You close your eyes before taking a deep breath in and out. “Toto Wolff is…off the roster,” you whisper dramatically while looking at Franco. Franco gasps loudly, covering his mouth.

“What?! Say it ain’t so! Toto Wolff has been on the roster since the day we created the rosters,” Franco stares in disbelief, “What happened? What did he do that was so…dirty that you had to take him off the roster completely.

You stare at Franco before looking away, shaking your head slightly. “He did the one thing that I was terrified of. The only thing that would have me kick a man such as Toto Wolff off the damn roster…he became a full time professor here.” You finally admit, covering your mouth again in disbelief that your worst nightmare came true. You hear Franco gasp again and you nod, “I know. It’s such a sad day. We lost one of our strongest.”

“Here lies Toto Wolff. That man saw the rise of your beautifully curated roster. A moment of silence for our beloved.” Franco whispers as he sits there with you. You two glance at each other and you two break out into laughter. You both lean in, giggling while trying to hush the other so you two don’t get in trouble for being so loud. “Though seriously, he became a full time professor here? Good for him but that truly is a shame. We got new eye candy but at what cost?”

“I know! But hey, at least his teaching style is unique so at least I am very engaged which is really a good thing plus him looking as hot as he does since he’s a psychopath. Who the hell has classes at eight in the morning? I can’t even be happy that it’s once a week because it’s a three hour class that starts promptly at eight in the morning on Monday. Maybe it is a good thing Toto became a professor because this is too much.”

Franco’s been laughing silently the entire time, silently getting more dramatic as you spoke so he wouldn’t scream in the middle of the library. You watch him for a moment before laughing as well, grabbing onto his arms as the two of you laugh.

You two calm down and lean back as someone clears their throat. The two of you look up and your face falls to horror when cold stormy green eyes land on you. You shift uncomfortably as you become defensive. Shoulder a bit further back. Back a bit straighter. Chin a bit higher. You force a smile at the British student while trying to explode him with your mind.

“Y/N.” Lando remarks while looking down at you with pure raging dislike, “Funny seeing you here.”

“I could say the same for you.”

“Ha.” Lando looks at Franco and relaxes slightly. “Dude. Come on. I’ve been looking for you for the past ten minutes, we have to grab Oscar before meeting up with Max and Carlos soon. I really don’t need Carlos getting on me for being late.”

“Oh sorry. I just got so distracted.” Franco tells Lando and stands.

“What were you even doing? Speaking to Y/N?” You glare at Lando. Franco is way too sweet to be dragged into your bullshit with Lando before looking back at Franco. It seems that the Brit has a soft spot for your fellow freshman or something because Lando clears his throat before he keeps speaking, “I didn’t realize you two knew each other. Didn’t mean to sound so rude…sorry.”

Holy shit. Did hell finally freeze over? Maybe it’s pigs flying. Or he’s finally getting laid. It really doesn’t matter the reason why right now because you were still in disbelief that Lando apologized. You never thought you’d live to see the day where Lando apologized in general but apologizing because of the rude tone he had when speaking about you? Did you end up in the Twilight Zone? No no this must be a joke. Okay, cut the cameras. Seriously the cameras can STOP rolling.

“Oh of course I know Y/N! We’re in the same graduating class and we have a few gen eds together. It’s just hard given our schedules but,” Franco grins, “We make it work. Though! Before I leave I actually want to know if you’d be interested in grabbing lunch with me tomorrow” Franco announces as he looks at you, smiling, “could be a date if you want?”

Suddenly the world just freezes and you’re stuck at the library table staring in complete shock at the turn of the events. You hadn’t even told Franco about Lando, not having the heart for his poor heart to be crushed by how Lando could be so nasty. Still, you’re trying to figure out how the hell this conversation got onto the topic of Franco asking you out on a date.

In the heat of the moment, you can’t help but turn to look at Lando as if he heard Franco correctly. Maybe you’ve just fallen asleep and this is some weird dream or something. You come to the shocking yet unsuspecting realization that this is not a dream when Lando meets your gaze having the same idea. You both look back at Franco in a state of shock and confusion. “A date?” You and Lando ask in union.

“Yes.” Franco laughs and smiles widely at you and Lando before looking back at you, “well? Would you like to get lunch with me? As a date?”

“Yes.” You smile while nodding, “I would love to get lunch with you as a date.”

You stare at Franco with a stupid smile. You hadn’t expected this was how your evening would go but you were more than happy about it. You were so happy, that Lando’s look of shock turned to disgust didn’t even phase you. Finally, you’re crashing back to reality when Lando annoyingly clears his throat while looking down at the two of you. “Well, lovebirds,” Lando forces a smile but you can feel the burn his venomous words carry, “sorry to cut the moment short but we really have to leave now, Franco.” Lando manages through gritted teeth.

“Right! Sorry again.” Franco gathers his things and looks at you, “I’ll text you later. Bye Y/N,” Franco waves before Lando sends him off, telling him he’ll be right out.

You watch Franco go off and sigh dreamily. You glance away for a moment before doing a double take. Your smile morphs into a scowl while looking at Lando who—hasn’t moved yet. Looking him up and down, you raise a brow. “Can I help you?”

“Why did you say yes to Franco?”

“You really think you’re entitled to that after the shit you pulled last week?” You raise a brow while clicking your tongue, “besides. Why do you even care?”

“Because Franco’s a freshman and I don’t need him distracted,” Lando snaps and you roll your eyes. Here he goes again about distractions and shit. Lando glances away and huffs. “Also because he’s a bit of a player.”

“Takes one to know one, yeah?”

Lando glares at you and sneers slightly. “So what? I wouldn’t want him wasting any of his time on you.”

“Why?”

“You’d probably bore him to death.” Looking down at you as Lando gives it a beat. “Also I doubt you’d know how to get him off for your first time. Hell, I don’t think you’d know how to get anybody off. Not even yourself.” Giving you a condescending smile, “I would hate for him to be a part of your body count.”

“Oh.” You laugh slightly, “That’s adorable. Well. You know what? I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

Lando’s a bit taken aback. “I—what?”

“You know. I’ve been doing some thinking. I think we didn’t quite see eye-to-eye.” You continue as you pack your things. “Which isn’t really fair because you were truly just looking out for your friends. Like you’re doing right now.” Standing straight, “which I just wanna say is the sweetest thing ever so. I want to thank you and I’ve figured out the best way to do that.”

“…Which is…?” Lando leans in slightly, waiting for your answer.

“Which is…letting you know in great detail not only how good Franco’s gonna fuck me this weekend but you’ll also have to listen how Franco’s not going to want anybody else when I’m done with him.” You feign innocence to Lando as you sling your backpack over your shoulders before walking away.

“Now, don’t you move a single muscle,” Franco kisses your forehead with a smile “You just focus on resting and I’ll handle everything for dinner tonight, okay?”

“Uh huh.”

“Good girl.” Franco winks before leaving your dorm.

You lay in your bed staring where Franco had just left before rolling over, grunting as your legs failed to work with you. Fumbling around the messy sheets and pillows till you find your phone and immediately open the texts messages because you had to tell someone about the date you just had:

A MINX. HE’S A MINX I TELL YOU. - YN

WHO? WHAT? THE FUCK IS HAPPENING??? - CL

FRANCO. FRANCO IS NOTHING MORE THAN A MINX!!!!-YN

??????-CL

So Franco asked me out on a date for lunch today—YN

HE WHAT?! WHEN?-YN

Yesterday after you disappeared. He showed up and Lando came looking for him.-YN

LANDO? WHAT? Oh my god was he nasty to you? I’ll hurt him istg-CL

No. No he was…civil. Or civilish while Franco was around. But anyway, yeah Lando was asking like why Franco was talking to me cause we don’t really talk and like they had to go to Max’s place and Franco was like “oh we’re in the same graduating class” and stuff but before he left he was like “oh do you wanna get lunch with me tomorrow as a date?'“-YN

And I was gagged! I thought it heard it wrong so I looked at Lando who was LOOKING AT ME THE SAME WAY so we realize oh this is real. This is happening and Franco wants to grab lunch with me like a date. So I say yes, obviously.-YN

IN FRONT OF LANDO!?-CL

Yeah cause fuck him!!! If my happiness is his kryptonite to having a good day, then so fucking be it. But wait!! There’s more!-YN

TELL ME! TELL ME!-CL

So Lando hangs behind and Franco leaves. Then Lando looks at me all like “why’d you say yes?” Bitch what do you mean???-YN

Oh my god, he did not!!-CL

He totally did!!!-YN

Ew. Why does it have a jealous undertone?? possessiveness???-CL

It’s giving ‘you belong to me’ or like ‘nobody else can have you because I want you’ like some dark romance MMC. This is not a bully romance with a mafia subplot or some shit!!-YN

PREACH 👏👏👏. So what happened after?!-CL

Oh so I was like “i’m not telling you after the shit you pulled last week” and asking why he cares and he’s going on about how Franco’s a freshman and he can’t get distracted and how he’s a bit of a player, which he isn’t he’s just kind of a himbo, and I was like “oh takes one to know one, yeah?”-YN

YOU DID NOT. SHUT UP OH Y/N I LOVE YOU SO MUCH-CL

I did and that pissed Lando off. He starts going on about how I don’t know how to get anybody off and I’d bore Franco to death and how he would never want Franco a part of my body count. First off I got three bodies and I have pleased all three, thank you very much but also like fuck Lando!! His opinion? Doesn’t matter!! So I started bout how ‘oh we got off on the wrong foot’ and ‘you’re right’ to throw him for a loop before I told him I wanted to ‘thank him’ for ‘opening my eyes’ and his thank you is listening, in great detail, to Franco fuck me this entire weekend and then listening to Franco wanting nobody else 💋-YN

YNNNN!!! OH MY GOOOOOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! Ugh yes that’s some queen shit. Though how does that tie into Franco being a minx??-CL

BECAUSE. It’s Friday. He has no classes. Mine got canceled so I decided, oh why don’t we stay in today, right? soooo like, we go to the cafe, i get food (that Franco paid for) cause he’s not hungry right now which is whatever, and then we head back to my dorm. We’re watching tv, we’re talking, and I finish eating. It’s great, right??-YN

Yes, correct.-CL

So as I’m talking, I start talking about Lando. Franco’s apologizing, I’m telling him he shouldn’t be apologizing. He’s asking if he should stop hanging out with Lando and you know me. I’m not gonna police people on their friends so I told him no. As long as he holds Lando accountable, then I don’t care. If Franco wants to drop Lando that’s his own doing.-YN

Anyway, we keep talking and laughing. We’re getting closer. And then…you know-YN

…What happened? 👀👀-CL

We start kissing. Then it turns into a lazy makeout. Hands start wandering, nothing real scandalous ya know?-YN

Uh huh…-CL

Then this mf pulls away and is like “Oh, I’m real hungry”-YN

FRANCO!!! WTFF!!!!-CL

OH WAIT!! Cause that’s what I thought. I was like “Oh really? Like now? I mean I guess we can go back to the cafe.” Meanwhile he’s actively getting off the bed. Then Franco pulls me by my ankles to the edge of the bed. so i'm thinking he’s really hungry so I go to sit up and he pushes me back down talking bout some “where’re you going mami?”-YN

SIR?? EXCUSE ME??? I can hear the accent now, oh my god that’s—wow-CL

OH BUT WAIT. THERE’S MORE!!!-YN

So first, don’t be calling me mami unless you plan on making me an actual mom. Second, I’m looking at him confused like “you said you were hungry” and he’s like “yeah?” and I was like “Oh I’m sorry, I just thought you’d want me to join you going to the cafe to get lunch” and he’s looking at me like I got ten heads before going like “the cafe? Why would we go to the cafe?” He’s actively like leaning over me while holding my thighs and slowly pushing them opening talking bout “I don’t need the cafe when I got a full five meal course right here sprawled out in front of me.”-YN

FRANCO!?! OH MY GOD—I have to fan myself. Wow that was—🥵🥵🥵🥵-CL

RIGHT?!?!-YN

WELL??-CL

…Charles when I tell you. I do not believe in god but I am pretty sure I was knocking on his door. Two hours. I was seeing god for TWO HOURS!!! Charles when I tell you that man had me screaming crying throwing up I MEAN IT. Charles, I'm still in bed. My legs are still shaking. I can’t feel them.-YN

What I wouldn’t give to be sucked off like that—CL

But wait. There’s a cherry on top of all of this.-YN

WHAT COULD TOP THIS?-CL

Franco really had to make sure everyone knew what was happening. I mean, he’s on his knee with my hips hanging off. He’s got one hand gripping my ass like it’s his lifeline to this world. He’s between my thighs and eating me out like he is a man up next on death row and I am his final fucking meal. He pushed all the pillows away. Got my wrists pinned to my stomach with his other hand. I am solely at his mercy and I cannot keep quiet for the life of me and he ate it up. I was so loud, I heard banging from upstairs.-YN

Banging?-CL

Yeah. Like someone was hitting a broom against the floor. To signal to shut up, which Franco and I ignored. More Franco than me, I couldn’t see straight and that was an hour in. Do you know, what the banging was though???-YN

A disgruntled upstairs neighbor???-CL

Yeah. Do you remember who my upstairs neighbor is?-YN

…OH MY FUCKING GOD, LANDO LISTENED TO YOU GETTING THE BEST HEAD OF YOUR LIFE?-CL

Yes SIIIIIIIIRRRRRR. Dude Lando got so mad he CALLED Franco in the middle of it and he answered.-YN

HE ANSWERED?!-CL

Yes. He answered. Pulls back enough to start fingering me and hands be a pillow telling me to bite down on it which I do without a second fucking thought. But tell me why Franco put Lando on speaker and Lando asking “what are you doing right now??” and Franco looks me dead in the fucking eyes going on bout “Oh I’m just having lunch right now with Y/N.” and Lando’s like “oh yeah? Is that so? Then why the fuck is she screaming so god damn loud? Huh? Thought it was a lunch date?” and Charles. I shit you the fuck NOT, Franco without missing a beat goes, “It is. She’s my lunch and my mother always told me to finish everything on my plate and I plan to do just that.” THEN HUNG UP THE PHONE AND WENT RIGHT BACK TO EATING ME OUT.-YN

Y/N…you are the luckiest bitch around. Holy fucking shit. I need a man like Franco—do we know if Franco swings both ways??-CL

He does. Though you might not like him. He’s got a huge crush on Lewis—YN

Never mind. You keep Franco. Gives me an easier chance to steal Lewis' heart. Or just get one chance with him.-CL

I think you can do it. I believe. Anyway, yeah so that happened and—YN

You accidentally send your message to Charles early when a new text comes through. It’s by an unknown number and you click on it.

Lacrosse field. 8pm. We need to talk.-Unk

You think for a moment trying to figure out who this could be. No names come to your mind so you think that someone texted the wrong number. Typically, you’d leave unknown numbers alone but you got the impression that this was something important and urgent that you respond.

Oh I’m sorry, you have the wrong number-YN

I don’t-Unk

Excuse me?-YN

You look up hearing the familiar broom hitting against the floor. You scowl at Lando and his antics before looking back at your phone. Huh. That was…too coincidental. You lay there for a moment before the banging came again, this time a bit more urgent. You send your message before realizing it.

Lando?-YN

The banging stops. Suddenly, your dorm is eerily quiet and you hold your breath. You watch the familiar three bubbles appear and disappear before appearing again as your heart sinks.

Bingo. 8pm. Tonight. Lacrosse field. Alone.-LN

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𝔘𝔫𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰.

🗡⊱ Knight!Toby Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary ⊱ When taking some time to pray in the chapel, Toby has other plans that make you question your faith.

WC ⊱ 6.7k.

Warning(s) ⊱ 18+, unsafe sex, AUs, explicit, dubious consent elements, mentions of murder, strangulation, sex, head, eating out, bruising, swearing, mentions of death, questions of faith, heavy talk of religion, questioning of faith, religion, orgasm, light asphyxiation, biting, kissing, fluids, in public, sexual content, vaginal, sexual inexperience, sexual overstimulation, denying of an orgasm, edging, virginity, taking of virginity, purity, losing your purity.

Art credit ⊱ pahatao (ig)

The church, a place of calm, peace, serenity and yet Toby couldn't understand why. Perhaps this was why he was always the odd one out, the pagan, the non-believer. Why should he? After everything he had gone through, everything he had fought, the men who had died in his arms? There was no afterlife, no God or Maker, there was just death and nothingness. So, when he found you praying in the church, he couldn't understand as to why you believed in this bullshit. Was it for approval, for guilt of a deadly sin you kept hidden from him? Though as his curiosity nipped at him, eager for some kind of answer, he didn't want to disturb your peace because you looked so beautiful under that stained glass. The colours danced on your pale skin, etching every frame, casting shadows along each bosom on your chest. Dare he look, not in a church, it's just seeing you on your knees in such a way ignited something within him. Toby couldn't deny himself of you, he couldn't deny those feelings of longing, you were too perfect and if there were a God - if he did pray - then he prayed each day and night to not give into his temptations. The urges, the feelings - the king would have his damned head. Still, the idea of seeing your virgin skin, of having your legs wrapped around his frame, of feeling the plumpness of your tits flush against his chest - fuck, he was getting hard.

Shuffling from one foot to another, the knight lowered his chin so that it met his chest, glancing at his growing cock as he exchanged another glance up from under his lashes toward you. The chapel was so eerily quiet, so much so that he could hear his own blood rushing and have mercy, it was not rushing to his head. You were quietly uttering soft prayers, though he couldn't make out much of what was being said. Perhaps you were hoping to be rid of the current plague that tormented your townsfolk or to rid the lingering fear of war. Whatever it was, he couldn't find himself caring because right now, he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock within you, holding you sharply against these chapel walls and taking your virginity before God himself. It must be an ego thing because the thought made Toby shiver; the idea of ruining you so that no other man dared to touch you. Toby knew there were something wrong with him, not because taking the life of another man makes him shiver in ecstasy, but because he knows that his cock is perfect for you - you just don't know it yet.

With a stifled groan, he lifted his head back up and shot a cautious glance toward the wooden doors of the church. It was too early in the morning for any other people to join for the mass and though the risk excited him more, he had to play this dangerous game safe. You were a princess, destined for the throne, for marriage for fucks sake! What was he thinking? Well, it certainly wasn't with his head, but his cock. Before he could rest his eyes for a moment, letting his mind wander, the sudden uttering of your prayers ceased and he raised a brow in interest. You were looking over toward him and he wasn't sure if he were reading too deep into it; but you wanted to say something. Not wanting to delay, he quickly stepped over toward the wooden pew.

"My Lady," he spoke softly, his voice bouncing back at him as it echoed in the empty hall of the chapel. "Is there something you need?" Though before he could throw out a hand for you, you simply turned back away, your gaze meeting with the cross that sat atop a stone slab before the two of you. The cross was mighty in size and it loomed over the frame of you two, the significance not meaning much to the knight but the shadow weighing heavy on you.

"I want you to pray with me, will you?" you asked, voice so soft and gentle Toby could've melted right there and then. Almost as soft as butter, god, something he wanted in his mouth. Your question stunned him for a moment, his brows twisting from concern, confusion and then raising in a questioning manner. You knew his stance on religion, he made that very prominent with the amount of times he interrupted the mass, the amount of scoffs he gave whenever the mention of 'God' came up in a conversation. Toby knew you knew and now a part of him questioned whether you were trying to get under his skin, not that you could anyway. Of course, it wasn't a personal attack, it's just you were so riddled in anxiety that the thought of not getting an extra prayer here or there sent a crushing feeling of nausea to swim throughout your very being. A part of you just hoping that perhaps if you made Toby of all people to drop to his knees and utter a prayer, which followed with an 'amen', perhaps God will be a little more forgiving in the future of your Kingdom. Honestly, you were hopeful that he would do it until he suddenly barked a soft scoff from under his breath. Toby was careful to tiptoe around your feelings when it came to religion, he knew how much this meant to you and how little he was being a pagan himself.

"I don't pray," he grumbled from under his breath, following your gaze momentarily toward before turning back to your frame. You looked so pretty on your knees before him; it was hard to not reach out and gently caress your cheek. "You should know this, Lady, you of all people," there was a tone of ridicule to his voice, not wanting to start a pointless argument and ruin your precious peace. Your sudden hopefulness vanished and a frown crossed your features for a moment, finding your gaze lowering to find the right words before glancing back up at him.

Deep down, there was no denying your feelings toward your personal knight, the secret training in-arms he gave you beneath the castle, down in the dungeon, where his hands would graze along your curves or rest on your hips or perhaps the feeling you felt when he looked at you a certain way. Like that night with the ball, where he stood just staring at you the entire night, like a predator hungry for its pray. A part of you began to wonder if you were reading it wrong, that perhaps you were just falling hopelessly in love with this brunette and that he was just here on duty - but surely he felt it too? Because why is he looking at you like this? Your brow creased and quickly, you disrupted your thoughts with a gentle shake of your head.

"What if I tell you, as your Lady, that you have to."

There was a tension in the air, a tension that was palpable and Toby shifted, feeling what you felt too and it was obvious by the look in his eye. Being commanded around was usual for him, but there was something in your sentence that ignited a flame within him, a flame that desperately wanted to be fuelled by more. Raising a challenging eyebrow, a soft smirk crept at the corner of his lip and he sighed, a sigh of defeat. Everything in his being was screaming at him to disobey this one order, to remain stood - mostly because it gave him a good angle of your cleavage that was becoming increasingly hard to not look at.

"I do not pray," there was a sternness in his voice and honestly, his disobedience shocked you. It wasn't often Toby rebelled, he was good at what he did and mercy, you knew this because of the vows he took when he pledged himself to you! Frankly, you were speechless, unsure on how to approach this and hesitantly, you glanced at him up and down.

Of course, you had power, a power that he did not possess and nothing would stop you from threatening him, banishing him from the kingdom! However, as if he had read your mind, Toby stepped forward and he was close. Closer than he had ever been before, so close that you could feel the warmth radiate off his skin. You were, and you hated to admit it, you were intimidated. This man towered over you, you could feel his breath tickle the hairs on the back of your neck, you could feel his stare and instinctively, you glanced down. You cowered, like a dog, with your tail between your legs and you wanted to step back, feeling your body already move before his gloved hand suddenly came onto your wrist. His grip was hard and unforgiving, leaving a gentle sting on the tenderness of your skin as you wiggled against his grip, feeling your heart race and a sickening twist in your stomach.

"Toby-" You spoke through gritted teeth, a warning as you craned your head up to glance at him, brows so furrowed that it hurt. He'd never touched you in this way before, he'd never made you feel unsafe and yet now; you were trembling. A part of you were unsure as to why. Perhaps it were because of the rumours that surrounded him, perhaps because it were the mere thought of knowing that he had killed men with his own hands? Maybe because deep down, you knew your odds of overpowering him were little to none. It seemed your warning only ignited something within him though, something that his gut was screaming at him to not do and before he could withdraw his hand, his other came toward your cleavage and promptly pulled down the clothing to reveal your breasts. There was little care in the action, little to non decency and he knew that doing something like this would kill him. The cold air hit your tits and in response, your nipples immediately began to perk, the attention, the confusion and the suddenness of it made you gasp. You felt.. betrayed, exposed and as much as you wanted to cover yourself, you didn't.

You knew Toby knew. You knew he knew how you felt. He knew that you knew that he watches you undress in front of your window while he watches outside while on his patrol. He knows because you do it in front of the window on purpose, he knows you do it to tease and lure him in because coincidentally, it's always on the same time he has to stride past. So, when you hesitated to cover yourself, it was more of an invitation.

His gloved hand moved to cup your breast, folding the size and feeling it in the palm of his hand. There was a sense of pride in the way he touched you, a smug smirk that just wanted to tug at the corner of his lips. The feeling of having you right where he wanted you, the idea of knowing how wrong this was and just how right it felt. Toby thrilled in the idea of a priest walking in, seeing you naked before him and before God.

"Tut, tut, tut," he shook his head in rhythm to his disapproval, scolding you as if you had a choice in the matter. "What would you s-ss-ss-- stupid God think now?" he revelled in your embarrassment, relished in the way you squirmed underneath his thumb as he toyed with your nipple playfully. His gaze exchanged between your flustered face and the cross that stood in the chapel, watching over your sinned acts, judging you heavily and the weight of it baring heavily on your shoulders. There was so much you wanted to do, to say; but you couldn't. Fuck, you just couldn't because the amount of times you finger fucked your clit at the idea of giving yourself to Toby, the idea of letting him taking your purity. It was blasphemy, it was enough to get him publicly hung.

Words of encouragement and disapproval lingered on your tongue, mind tearing between the two and the idea of your knees suddenly buckling beneath you becoming a heavy burden. So, you only whimpered, your whimper echoing in the empty chapel, allowing you to hear how pathetic you sounded. His other hand, that once held you hostage, now moved up your spine. Caressing the curve of your buttocks, appreciating the length of your spine before letting his fingers enclose around the back of your neck. Such a small, pretty neck, so petite. His whole palm and length of his fingers stretched with ease around your neck. So precious, so delightful and Toby couldn't contain his thoughts. Without much thought, he leant forward and let the roughness of his lips attack your neck. With your already trembling knees, you stumbled back and collided with the cold, stone wall behind you. Which allowed Toby to pin you right where he wanted you, right where he fantasised of taking you. His lips, though rough, danced gracefully along your neck. Nipping and licking you with a hunger he couldn't contain much longer, you were so sweet, so inviting and fuck, did he want you to warm his cock.

"Do you know-" his tongue grazed over your skin, warming it for just a moment before letting the cold send shivers along your skin, prickling at the mere touch alone. "Verdammt-" he was a stuttering, spluttering mess, his thoughts nothing but a haze of lust. It was only a moment his lips paid your neck attention before he leant down, allowing his tongue to run a slick, wet pattern down to your other nipple - giving it the attention it deserved. His tongue wet the bud clean, running circles around it and letting his teeth graze it in a way that made your hips squirm before pulling away to utter against your flesh. "Do you even know how bad I've w-wanted you-?" he uttered, words and look dangerous as he slowly dropped to his knees. "Meine kleine maus.." Those words, the way he whispered his mother tongue, a language you had yet to understand, it sent you into a spiral. A spiral that made you desperately rub your thighs together, your clit aching for attention as you rested the back of your skull against the stone, mouth agape as you gasped unsteady breaths. You wanted to protest, you wanted to push him away, repent your sins, but now he was on his knees, his hands removing themselves off your bosom and slowly to the hem of your dress, all the while keeping his eyes interlocked with your own.

"Lord have mercy.." you uttered, a sweet whisper of ecstasy, a whisper that encouraged him. Toby chuckled, it was so deep and hoarse that you could barely recognise it as his own. His unforgiving hands moved further, revealing your soft skin from beneath the dress, revealing your legs and thighs. The knight crept his head forward, his lips ghosting your inner leg as he sucked in your scent, as his nose tickled your legs and his lips left sloppy, messy kisses in his wake. You could feel him grinning against your skin.

"There is no God here," Toby uttered against your skin. "And here I th-thought I was the dirty s-sinner," he jest, stifling a little chuckle as his hands moved around your thighs and up to your buttocks. Taking in the warmth of each cheek, he gave them a squeeze, hard enough to bruise and embarrassingly, your hips bucked in an eagerness you couldn't control. Every day, Toby bent a knee to you, his hand on his heart, his gaze on you dangerous and strong from underneath his lashes, devoting his life to you but now, here? This was an entirely different meaning.

His kisses trailed up your inner thigh, higher and higher until he met the lining of your underwear; his fingers tickling around to pull the fabric aside and it was there he buried his nose deep in your pubic hair.

Honestly, you were stunned as he inhaled your scent, an animalistic groan escaping from his lips as his tongue darted out to wet his mouth. Despite the serenity the church provided, the sudden tension around the two of you changed. The air becoming thick and you could barely focus with your heart practically being in your mouth. There was so much you wanted to say - you wanted to do; but you were frozen at the event that was suddenly unfolding before you. This took the meaning of your own personal knight to a whole other level and what made it worst is that Toby knew you so well, so well in a way that you couldn't admit. Like he had taken the time to analyse your every move, emotion; he knows you inside and out - well, just about inside. With your mind being nothing but a dizzy haze of confusion and lust, you broke the eye contact for a mere moment to glance over at the cross before you. For all you know, Toby could be right; maybe there was no God and Toby was the devil all along - uttering sweet nothings in your ear.

Before you could ponder any further, a warmth began to wet your lips and clit and immediately you gasped. The man knelt before you lapping hungrily at your cunt, groaning and grunting soft noises of approval at how rich you tasted; at how hard you made him. He could've sworn, if there were some God, then he put all his power into making you and your pussy divine, because in all the whores he'd spent his coin on - you were heavenly. Was it your purity? Your virginity that made you so sweet that he practically sunk deeper, his shoulders dropping in delight as his tongue worked on focusing on your clit; giving you the attention any future queen deserved. You couldn't contain yourself, your cunt becoming nothing but a bundle of excited nerves and without haste, your hand and fingers entangled in the brown mess of hair on his head. Your cunt was unbearably sensitive, so much so that the urge to pull his head away was crossing your mind but his tongue flicked and lapped in a way that made you melt against the wall. His tongue moved in precision, with experiance as he continued to seep every stifled groan and whine from you, drinking it in like a fine wine that had been well preserved for years. Toby couldn't fathom how good you tasted, how good you were, a part of him seriously beginning to question whether this just be another one of his dreams. No, he was here, he was here and he was sucking on your clit so well that you could practically see stars.

His fingers twitched against your skin, eager to indulge a finger within your walls though hesitant to save the purity for his cock instead. He'd simply have to comply with your taste for now, with how wet and slick you already were, with how his saliva mixed perfectly with your own juices. This was better than anything he had done, this was better than taking a mans life. Toby's experiance with women were demonstrated well, especially with how well his tongue seemingly knew you already. He knew how to get your hips buckling, he knew how to steal that one moan that you were so desperately hiding from within the depths of your chest. With a hungry groan, he began to suckle softly on the plumpness of your clit, letting his lips envelope the flesh perfectly before releasing it with a little 'pop!' that echoed throughout the chapel. As each second ticked by, Toby explored every depth and crease of your cunt, leaving nothing dry and leaving your cunt nothing but an eager mess, throbbing and leaving it desperate to be touched. As much as his body was screaming at him to make you cum, he fought the urge and continued to play with you until you were nothing but a little trembling, whiny mess in the chapel of the church. Wie eine arme kleine maus.

The warmth of his tongue travelled in circles around your clit, suckling on it a moment before focusing his attention down your slit and lapping at the juices that were practically seeping out of you like an open wound. Each time his tongue came and grazed by your clit, you could feel your hips buck out in joy, aching for him to suckle away at your mound until you were practically riding his face and coming undone on his tongue. There were many times where he took the joy in your desperation, where there was a glint in his eye each time you pleaded down at him with a look of want. There was something about bringing you close, so close that he could feel your legs tremble, where he could hear your breath catch and he'll quickly abandon your cunt; leaving you to calm from your high. Your body ached for an orgasm you had never received and you were on the verge of seeing stars; he just had to push you or perhaps, he was just waiting for your signal. Something, anything and within a moment, he'd shove his cock into your tight little cunt and fuck you until you were nothing but a limp mess in his arms.

With a shake, one hand removed itself from his locks and slowly trailed down his face. Your fingers took time to appreciate the curve of his cheekbone, to feel the muscle in his temple, to tenderly touch his earlobe before taking his chin in your hands and forcing his head up to look at you. It was a signal, one that said nothing and everything all at the same time and Toby didn't want to waste time. His cock throbbed, fuck, it hurt in the restraints of his own breeches and he couldn't wait any longer than he had done already.

So, he wasted no time, standing and scooping you up in his arms until you were pressed firmly against the cold wall behind you. His own torso kept you pinned, his hands that once appreciatingly soaked in the tenderness of your thighs now digging deep and lifting your legs to expose your cunt further to him. Toby ensured he kept you right where he wanted you, horny and needy; with nowhere to run. He helped aid your legs around his waist, his hips grinding up against your own in desperation. While one of his hands busied itself with retrieving his cock out, he kept his nose buried in the crook of your neck, feeling the line of your collarbone and soaking in your scent as he freed his cock. If he could've; he would've been sweating already. Occasionally, his mouth would open, nipping at your skin and leaving hot, heavy kisses in its wake as he let his hand pump his shaft slowly; teasingly. The head of his cock was already coated in a wet sheen of precum and his fingers lovingly caressed the tip of his cock, coating his gloved fingers in his own juices before smearing it down the shaft of his cock. The motion was enough to make him grunt against your skin, leaving a hot and heavy breath in its wake. It wasn't like he needed to wet his cock for you because he knew how wet you already were, but Toby knew the experiance would be.. far from pleasant at first.

"You can still ss-stop m-me-" he uttered, like a part of him was actually hesitating because he knew how wrong this was. Honestly, you were in too deep to stop him and there was no denying how badly you ached for him. With a soft squeeze of encouragement on his shoulder, you could only whisper - afraid that some priest nearby would catch you both in the act.

"I can repent-" you choked out, your faith still being the top priority on the back of your mind. How, despite it all, despite losing your purity in God's house, nothing would make you lose your lack in faith. You could pray for forgiveness, you could go to the nunnery for some advice and worship until you were clean once more.

Then he chuckled, enough for it to echo once again and he shook his head. Toby didn't understand it, he didn't understand religion at all. Perhaps because these lands were foreign to him or maybe because God had done nothing for him, so why should he do anything in return? It was pathetic, a waste of time and the fact that you were so firm in believing honestly baffled him. It wasn't that he didn't want you to not be happy, no, it's just.. he didn't see the whole point in it all. Here you were, practically naked with your legs spread for him and you were still convinced that this 'Almighty God' would grant you.. what?

"I don't understand you, Hasenfürzchen.." he chuckled, his Germanic accent apparent with each word he spoke. All these names he called you and he had no idea what they meant, whether they were good, bad? You wanted to protest, to question what he had just remarked you as but before you could, he moved his hips and it was there he guided the head of his cock up to your swollen clit. He used the slickness of the wet combined on his cock and on your clit to gently rub soft, little circles on your mound, leaving you in a wiggly, groaning mess. Your hips bucked instinctively, eager for more touch but the sensitivity caused you to quickly withdraw away; your body battling for more but unable to handle it. With one hand giving his shoulder soft little squeezes, the other tangling in the locks of his brown hair - thankful that they had already grown back. Honestly, a part of you wasn't sure what to expect as you felt the head of his cock ghost the lips of your cunt, sending little shivers of bliss starting up your neck and trailing down your spine. Has being pure all these years been worth it? Now you were starting to question what the whole point was.. were you just saving yourself for somebody? Or had Toby just been that someone all along? You hated to think, you hated to let your mind wander but now it just made sense - that perhaps Toby were destined to be in your life, to be your knight. Now, suddenly, you were starting to doubt all traditions.

Despite your racing mind, it seemed his was empty - his body and choices being led by nothing but his cock as he slowly slid into your aching cunt. It was nothing compared to what he had fucked, it was enough to make him choke back a gasp, pressing his forehead against your collarbone as your walls hugged his cock eagerly. Your cunt was worth it all, the vows, being a knight, his patience, fuck right now, it was worth it all. He could barely control himself, your little whines of discomfort being muffled by the ecstasy he found himself in and slowly, his hips began to thrust upward into your own. Soft little beats, testing your worth essentially as he fucked your walls gently. It was a pain you had never felt before, not like a monthly pain, something else, just pure discomfort that made you bite back a soft hiss. Taking you here, now, in these holy walls; it encouraged him more than he could ever know and his kindness he shared for only a moment faded into nothing as he began to helplessly thrust up into you. Filling you all, stretching you out so that no other man could claim you for his own. Your purity, your virginity, gone before you could even protest to stop him - not that you wanted to. No, because now the pain began to mix wonderfully with how well he fucked your walls, his size and length alone hitting areas that had never been touched, leaving you with nothing but a clouded vision of lust.

Skin hit skin as he continued to smack his hips up into your own, your thighs rippling with each thrust as he grunted softly against your skin, revelling in how good you felt, savouring the taste you left on his tongue, appreciating every part of you until he had left nothing untouched.

The sound of wet, 'plap, plap, plap!' echoed throughout the chapel, his cocking becoming wet and sticky with your mess as he continued to bury himself within you. Nothing could disturb his thought process as he kept a secure grip on your thighs, his fingers deep enough to leave soft, subtle bruises on your skin. Toby loved the way his cock fit, he loved the way you took him, how your pussy seemed to grip around him desperately and how he fucked you full. His own lower torso rubbed against your clit, leaving you practically drooling for more as he focused on every part of you like you were some painting.

It was all getting too overwhelming for you though and Toby could sense this, he could see it in your flustered face, he could see how he was tipping you over the edge and his own selfish desires didn't want this to end - not yet. So, his pace slowed for a moment, taking the moment for his cock to slowly and appreciatingly stroke your insides. It sent you into a dizzy spiral and he pulled away from the crook of your neck for a moment to watch you, admiring how well you took him, falling in love hopelessly at how beautiful you looked under the light of the stained glass. It was a moment he never wanted to end and slowly, he helped guide your hips down onto your cock as he began to bounce you softly on his shaft. It felt criminal for this to feel so good, soft little moans of praise escaping your parted lips as you felt each vein of his cock stoke your wall, his tip poking and prodding you in ways that made your lower abdomen twist. Even if he slowed the pace, you were on the verge of reaching the height of your orgasm and Toby acted with haste. He couldn't deny you of an orgasm, even if he wanted the moment to last - so he'll just make you cum. It won't stop him from fucking you until you couldn't walk.

Though just as you felt your back begin to arch, he used his strength to peel you off the wall and it was there, he held you in his arms before stepping out from beside the pews and stepping toward the stone slab within the chapel. The slab that held the cross. You knew what he was doing, you knew what kind of sick, twisted game he was playing at and you could see the glint of mischief in his eye as he sprawled you out onto the slab beneath him, leaning back for a moment to appreciate the view.

"You're beautiful," the knight uttered, moving one hand from your thigh to touch your nipple lovingly, soaking in the way it immediately perked to his attention. His words and the gruffness in his voice fuelled your desire, heightened your senses and as much as you hated to admit it, you were falling so deeply in love with this man. This.. criminal, murderer. Oh, what a sinner you are and how much you found yourself enjoying it. Slowly, his hips began to thrust again, sending your body to jerk with each move as he continued to fuck you relentlessly against the cold slab of stone. Each thrust sent your tits bouncing, his mouth hung agape as he watched with joy at the scene below him. In this moment, you looked nothing like royalty but more like a common whore. Of course, he'd never say that to you and of course, you were not a common whore - you were something else and verdammt you felt amazing.

This time, Toby was unforgiving in his thrusts and the way he fucked you, one hand on your hip as the other slithered to your neck. His cock fucked you with ease, slick with your wet that allowed it to glide with no difficulty. His fingers squeezed gingerly on your neck, restricting your air flow for just a moment before he released, allowing you to gasp for breath. There was something sinister in the touch, something that was more than trying to arouse you.

Your own fingernails dug into the skin of his wrist as he continued to pound into you with relentless mercy, feeling every nerve in your body tingle at the way he fucked you. Your whole body rocked in rhythm to his thrusts and as you felt your mind become nothing but a haze, you reached out in desperation to grab onto anything. The corner of the stone slab, his wrist and finally, your fingers grazed the cross above you. Your fingers wrapped around the wooden shaft of the cross, holding onto it for life. Only, the motion of Toby's unforgiving thrusts made you lose grip and it was there, the wooden cross slipped from your grasp and fell onto the floor with a loud clatter. The noise made him freeze and rightfully, you froze too - the air filled with nothing but soft little gasps of air as Toby took a moment to crane his head over his shoulder. He eyed the wooden door suspiciously and slowly, you leant up on your elbows to peek a view too; heart racing in anxiety as you nibbled on some skin on the bottom of your lip.

It seemed Toby's trained ears caught something you had not because in one quick move, he lifted you and hauled you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, legs around his hips as he quickly ushered the both of you away from the slab and into the darkness of a doorway not far. It was right at the back of the church and was prominently the doorway to reach the bell tower, the same bell that always annoyingly woke him up far too early for his liking. The darkness hid you both well as Toby pinned you back to the wall, letting his ears be his eyes for a moment as he clamped a hand firmly over your mouth. You could feel your heart in your throat and his cock throbbed, along with your own cunt at the risk of this all. You daren't admit it, but this whole situation only aroused you more.

Before you could even exchange a questioning glance toward Toby, the doors of the church opened with a creak and your whole body stiffened. This is it, somebody was going to catch the two of you, Toby would be beheaded, hung! You would have to beg for forgiveness, your father might never crown you and now you were panicking in his arms, becoming a sweaty mess as you tried to compose your breathing; which was hard with Toby's hand securely over your mouth. You wanted to reach out and tug the collar of his linen shirt but honestly? You were too frightened.

"Is there anyone here?" A voice called out, sending prickles down your skin as Toby could only grin. This was too fun and he wasn't sure why you were so afraid. It was probably just a priest, then again; at times they made him uncomfortable too. The being hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, his soft steps echoing in the church as he approached the slab and bent over with a soft grunt to pick up the cross, placing it back atop the stone with delicacy. There was a beat of silence as the priest glanced around before mumbling something to himself and turning on his heel to leave. You wanted to breath a soft breathe of relief at the sound of him leaving before more footsteps approached. Now Toby's smug grin disappeared, his face twisting into annoyance as a conversation between two priests erupted within the church's walls. Frankly, he had no time for this and the throbbing in his cock was becoming increasingly painful as he took a moment to lean down beside your ear.

"Be quiet, mm?" he whispered, his breath hot and it was there his hips continued to thrust up into you again. He was cautious to be quiet and slow, yet still ensuring he was at a good enough pace to satisfy his hunger as you felt your throat run dry. Just when you thought the whole thing was bad enough, it just about gets worse.

Your fingers wrapped around the linen of his collar as you tugged helplessly on his clothing, trying so hard to squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to deafen yourself from suddenly moaning or gasping out. This was torture, a whole other kind of torture you had not yet discovered and you were falling deeper and deeper in love with the risk of it all. It brought life to your boring, endless days of stitching, cooking and dancing. Despite the shakiness in your legs, you squeezed his hips and pulled him closer, feeling yourself grind up against his torso again for that sweet touch on your aching clit. The conversation that happened mere inches away from the both of you seemed to drown out as you suddenly reached a height you had never felt before, your entire body seizing for a moment as your hips bucked at each shock of your orgasm that rattled your frame. Your cunt squeezed his cock with each vibration of pleasure, making it hard for Toby himself to swallow back his grunts as he nestled one final thrust into your frame. His hot seed spilled within you, his cock twitching in pleasure as you both took a moment to calm from the high. Your whole face felt red, your body sweaty as you lids suddenly become heavy with sleep.

The knight nestled a few final thrusts into your core, relishing in the way your cunt wrapped around him and finally, his body stilled - though keeping you pinned as he sucked in some breaths through the gaps of his teeth. Your pussy was so warm and he hated the idea of having to pull himself out, so he remained buried within you, taking a moment to press his nose back against your collarbone to smell your sweet scent. Was this lavender? Either way, it drove him crazy.

Soon enough, the priests dispersed and left the church, leaving the two of you alone once again. Despite the ache in his scrotum, Toby finally pulled his cock out with a little shiver and slowly, he set you down back onto the floor; though you had to hold onto the wall for support as the tremble in your legs remained. You took a moment to make yourself look half decent, brushing out the creases in your dress, hiding your tits back beneath the wool of your clothing (much to Toby's displeasure.) Of course, Toby did the same, pushing his semi-hard cock back into his breeches before pushing some hair back away from his eyes, almost casually as if he had no idea of the events that had just unfolded between the two of you. The tension and air was thick with awkwardness, a silence becoming deafening between the two of you until he finally shifted out from the shadows of the doorway to step back into the light of the stained glass. Cautiously, you eyed him as he glanced up out the window for a moment before turning to you.

"I'll leave you to repent, My Lady," he motioned a gloved hand to the cross, that was now back on the slab of stone; almost as if it were untouched. "Don't forgot of our.. arrangements later." Then with a curt nod of his head, a little bow with his hand to his heart, he turned and stepped down the hall of the church, passing each pew with a sense of pride in his step.

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fimmiest · 1 month ago

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blow me a little kiss - danielle marsh x fem!reader

sypnosis: minji is always pointing out your relationship with danielle, you don't mind it. until you feel like you were going to explode (of love)

tags: 6th member reader, fluff!! a bit of angst ig (just yearning n pining, reader is a overthinker), not proofread!!

you're not sure when the feelings started but around bubble gum era you had a realization.

this was a common event, the members gathering around the living room, today was for discussing ideias in what to do for the upcoming mv of bubble gum. danielle, hanni and hyein were voicing anything they could think of, minji and haerin were the sane ones and turning some crazy ideas down, mostly haerin, after minji had just agreed in jumping on the ocean.. you were listening and agreeing here and there but some random tiredness swept through your body in that late evening. at that you prefered staying quietly by the end of the couch listening if they would come in a agreement.

"what about you, yn?" you heard danielle's voice, her knees bumping into yours to get your attention, you stop scrolling on your phone and look at her, the members attention weren't on you as they still discussing something, now the words 'rice' and 'noodles' being the most present.

"sorry..." you scratch your cheek awkwardly "i wasn't listening, what is the question?"

danielle smiles softly "i just asked what do you want to order, bub" she gets closer, your shoulders brushing as she turns her phone to show you the menu.

you didn't think much at danielle's affections, she always has been this close to the members, you just think her love language is, definitely, physical touch.

but everytime she was this close a small warm settled in your chest, it soon became a warmth at the tip of your ears when you saw the look minji throws at you, her eyes going back and forth at your closeness with danielle, you saw her teasingly wiggling her eyebrows.

(minji says danielle treats you differently, you say she is crazy and ignore when she starts listing her points.)

but you couldn't deny that danielle looked too comfortable at your side, even after the food arrived and everyone is together to watch a movie, danielle didn't left your side, getting even closer now that her head was resting on your shoulder and your legs tangled together, you prefer to think this closeness was just because you two were sharing blanket, right?

"oh?" danielle sees a blurry shadow being reflect at the door of the vocal room "that would be kinda creepy you know?!" she comments, if danielle didn't knew who was it, she would be more worried but at a smile was already coming to her face as she rolls the chair back and unlock the door to the curious live chat

"heelloou" your voice fills in the room followed by a big smile danielle's heart aches a little inside when seeing it

"hey giirl~" danielle smiles at you, taking note at the bags in your hand she reaches for it to help you but you deny and close the door with your leg

"hey sunshine" you smile softly, your left hand that was free touches danielle's shoulder and you give it a light squeeze

"hey flower" danielle answers in a soft tone, she hadn't noticed it until she takes a look off your outfit, your classical black frame glasses, a beanie and a oversized light pink hoodie with baggy jeans, a comfortable casual outfit but danielle couldn't help but pout while looking at you "why are you looking so cute?"

"hm?" you place the bags you brought at the side of the table, the live could hear the shuffling of plastic at the side "you are one looking cute?" coincidentally danielle was too wearing a long sleeved pink shirt, a overly cute scaft that had a bear tangled on it and her pucca hairstyle made she even cuter, in your opinion

you stand by danielle's side waving a greeting at the camera while danielle looks around "there isn't another chair here..."

"oh don't worry I won't be long"

"wait whyy?" danielle makes a denying noise and grabs the end of your hoodie, she turns up to look at you and you swear her eyes almost looks like a puppy, the camera capturing how even pouty she became after your statement, you giggle a bit

"I have to practice in a few minutes, just dropped by to give you food" your hand rest on her hair, softly stroking it and danielle answer in a disappointed groan

"noo the bunnies will miss you" I will miss you "stay a little... come on" she motions to you sit on her lap with two taps on it

you roll your eyes playfully at her "okay just a few minutes.." you tried sounding sarcastic but the smile on your face betrayed you

danielle takes the chance to wraps her arms around your middle and brings you closer, her smile was clearly beaming as she rest her chin on your shoulder, looking over it to read the comments

"the chat is so fast..." you comment squinting your eyes a little to try reading it better

dani hums and hugs you a little tighter, your warmth was comforting "it is isn't?.."

"I can't understand you" you nudge danielle making her laugh and nudge you back

"what? look, it will be a carrot" she insists, holding up the small clay piece to show it to you

you frown and purse your lips, scratching your cheek deep in thought, leaning in closer as if you were judging fine art "hmm, whatever you say, miss sunshine. but without color? still looks like a pineapple " you tried sounding posh and shrugs.

danielle scoffs and shoves you with her shoulders again, laughing at your antics. the two of you have been molding and painting the little clay gifts hanni was preparing from giving to the fans, your part was pretty much done, only the painting left, your fingers and wrist smudge in different colors were the evidence of your commitment to it.

"wait, yn" you feel danielle holding your chin and gently turning your face towards her "there is painting in your cheek" she murmurs

"ah–" before you could take a action danielle was already cleaning it for you, brushing it away with her thumb.

you are sure time can't slow down, but it almost felt like it. probably the stain was dried and it was difficult to remove making her fingers linger just a little longer than necessary.

your eyes betray your control and they wander around danielle's face. from her eyes to the curves of her brow, the little freckles that dotted her cheeks to her sharp jaw, your gaze momentarily landing on her lips, you tense for a moment, danielle notices it all, she fights back a smile.

"yn?" she says quietly, voice laced with something warm

"hm?" you flick your eyes back to her a little too quick, danielle giggles, your face feels warmer at the way she keeps giggling at you, and your heart beats strangely, skipping and fluttering in your chest

"what??" you try to brush it off, reaching for something anything on the table to busy your hands, dabbing at the pieces without even thinking, your gaze avoiding hers like she is the sun and you’ve looked too long already.

you know she was still staring, you could feel it, like you still could feel the ghost of her touch on your cheek.

danielle spots you in the most corner possible of the waiting room, your legs anxiously bouncing up and down while a script was on your hand. being the mc at the award show of end of the year was getting on your nerves, you double and triple checked the lines just to make sure there wasn't going to be any mistakes.

without a word danielle takes the seat beside you. you barely register her presence until a slice of apple suddenly appears in front of your lips.

"here" she says simply, you blink looking between her and the fruit, the confusion clear in your eyes but she just grins motioning to you eat. after a beat you open your lips and take it, there is a soft smile of relief on danielle’s face when you chew

next is a cherry tomato, then a bite of melon, a pear and before you know it you're reluctantly chewing a grape and letting out a small, disapproving sound when she offers another fruit

"but you haven't eat since the morning yn..." danielle says gently, her eyes filled with concern

"sorry... im just too nervous to eat" you glance at her, then quickly look away, focusing back on the script even though your eyes blur over the words

danille rest a hand above your knee to reach for a piece of carrot on the table, your leg stops bouncing.

"you're a great mc, you did well on music bank" she shrugs eating half of the carrot and offering to the other half to you

"but this is like an award show! do you know how many people are going to be there today? and online? what if I do something wrong and it goes viral on twitter and if–"

"you won't mess up, " she says cutting you off with a look, not scolding but firm enough to make you stop worrying too much "but if you do, it's okay. it's impossible to not like you, nobody can really stay mad at you"

her words caught you off guard, and your chest feels lighter, less worried. danielle smiles and offers you a persimmon, you eat it gladly.

your week has been a mess.

for no reason in particular but your thoughts couldn't stop spiraling for someo- something.

you spend days practicing until late, leaving early, going for a walk, everything that could distracted your anxious mind, writing lyrics came with it all

there was a rhtymh of three knocks in your door before it swings open

the first thing danielle sees, is the great amount of papers crumpled on your table, some even on the ground.

she didn't liked when you started being too absorb in one thing, your way of 'do things right' makes yourself too self-critical.

soon you would start skipping food, taking a break, in fact she hated it, even if the members lived together she felt that she hadn't seen you all week.

"yn?" danielle calls your name in vain getting closer she could hear the blasting music passing through your headphones

sge walks closer, stopping beside your chair and knocking gently on the desk. you’ve always been the jumpy scared-cat type, she knows better then to suddenly touch you.

your head shoots up a little too quickly anyway

"oh!" you smile, leaning back on the chair and taking off your headphones

"hey danielle.." danielle furrow her eyebrows, you pause "dani, sorry" you didn't even notice how your body was so tensed, is like danielle's presence was comforting enough to you, making the feeling disappear instantly

"hmm.." danielle hums quietly, taking a look at you, it didn't needed much to notice how tired you looked from the bags under your eyes, she tucks the loose hair on your face behind your ear "how are you doing?"

"good? I-" you answer confused and take a look at the clock "oh my god 11pm already??" your eyes widen

"i..." you look at your paper and sees the blank page staring at you again by the nth time, your mind feels heavy again because you thought you were going at least to have something, anything, but there is nothing. just more frustration

danielle hands cupping the side of your face stops you from spiralling. you blink, looking into her eyes, you learned to see worry in her eyes it made you slightly guilty, but her grounding touch makes the weight of your shoulders disappear

"i'm fine, sorry.. I thought I would have something at least finished by now but.." you finished, voice small and defeated you chew at your bottom lip in disappointment

danielle watches you for a second before speaking, voice a bit hesitant.

"...can I sleep here tonight?"

you lock eyes with her, surprised, and she quickly starts rambling

"I- just to make sure you won't start working again, I mean it would mess your sleep schedule, we have a shoot tomorrow.. and uhm I can bring you something to eat too or-" danielle looks away biting her lip to restrain herself from talking too much, her hands wiping themselves on her shirt, lucky enough your room was with low light so you didn't see the pink tinting her cheeks

you keep looking at her, curious. she isn't the type to ramble off but you couldn't help to find it adorable seeing how she was nervous for something so silly.

"what??"

you shake your head, your lips tugging in a smile "your pillow still on my closet"

minji looks between you and the tiny sylvanian in your hand.

"since when do you like these thingies?" minji wonders seeing you taking one package of sylvanian families displayed on the shelves, minji remember the day you were in her room and how you judge her collections of knick knacks, telling it was a waste of money, now how the tables have turned.

"hm?" you lower the one that was in your hand, a package that had a little bunny with a pink dress and set your eyes on the one that had a raindeer family, somehow they reminded you of danielle even more, your brows were almost stuck together and minji was slightly worried at how serious you were about it "it's not for me..." you sigh, looking at the sylvanian in a dress again "i saw some of these in dani's room, now i wanna buy her one"

minji stays quiet for a moment, finally understanding why you were that worried, "will you buy one for me too?" minji pushes you with her shoulders, as she batted her eyelashes at you.

you make such a disgusted face that minji would feel offended if she didn't knew you better "why? don't you have money to buy yourself?"

"see?! how can you always give danielle things, man and I thought I was your best friend, danielle really does have your privileges" minji already knows the answer why but she beats you to it

"it's just dani, minji..." you shake your head at her drama "you spoil hanni too and i never said something about it"

"what?? me? hanni?? pfft look bro I just..." minji sighs "i know you and danielle are close but you two somehow got even closer...just saying, yeah?"

"yeah.. bro" you joke but minji words makes you feel a tug in your chest, the ideia of have danielle closer by your side is a dangerous one, deep inside you wanted it to be true.

"i- i know..." your words came out in a much defeated tone than you had planned, it makes minji worried

"you good?"

"I don't know, dani is just.. her, you know? you always saying these things.. how we are different, but I don't think much of it. I mean, I don't want to think of it because she makes me- I get..." you sigh "my mind has been such a mess lately, minji. I don't know what to do"

"just say to her man" minji insist "say it all, confess. you two are like, made for each other, i know danielle enough to be sure she feels the same"

you stay quiet for a moment, then deny with your head "you truly are crazy" you mumble

"forget it, let's go home already.." you take the two sylvanians you were pondering for and move to the cashier not wanting to wait for what minji had to say back.

there was something comfy and familiar about having these moments with danielle, a day off, where you two can be a little selfish waking up late and have a lazy morning together.

you did had a plan of going exercise early but when danielle appeared at the foot of your bed in the middle of the night hugging her plushie, you just move to the side and open your covers, silently inviting her in

you would assume after breakfast she would drag you by the hand and go around to window shop. but instead, she ends up going back to your room, sitting at your table with her lyrics book, something must be on her mind, given the way her pencil would rhythmically tap against the table.

"you know.." danielle starts without much intentions, the quietness of your room saved by the soft jazzy background music, you put it not too loud so it wouldn't disturbe danielle.

"I heard from hanni, that she and minji are in a.. complicated relationship"

"what? why?? did they fight?" you sit up your head turn fast in surprise, you could never, ever, imagine minji and hanni disagreeing serious

"no! no" danielle chuckles moving to sit on the edge of the bed "hanni said minji... confessed to her"

"oh..."

"hanni said.. she doesn't know what to answer back" she completes and the room stay silent for some seconds

"actually... minji talked to me about that" you laugh picking up your book "about confessing for her.." and for you

"you didn't told me??" she gasp incredulous

"I- look, it was months ago! I thought she had I don't know, thought she had gave up on the ideia..." you look back at her seeing the judgement on her eyes

"I wouldn't be surprised if hanni accepts her feelings, they always have been like that you know?" you add after a while

"like what?" danielle echos, her tone was careful

you open and close your mouth carefully choosing your words, danielle notices it but doesn't push you, waiting for your answer patiently

you weren't the type to hesitated to answer things, you weren't afraid, just when you were nervous.

"like a... connection" you start "of course we know each other for a long time but these two always had been.. glued? before you arrived, I remember being afraid of approaching then when we trainees, it felt like disturbing something in between because they were always stayed together. even when bickering, the more the years pass and they stay together it's like they orbit around each other, you know? some fans even say is like.." you blink "like us.."

the words leave your mouth quieter then expected and danielle doesn't say anything right away, you hope even that she didn't heard it. the silence stretches on the room and you dare to glance at her

she is already watching you, head tilted just slightly. she doesn’t smile, not this time. danielle just looks at you— like she’s searching for something, or maybe waiting for you to say something first.

but you don’t.

you clear your throat and look back at the ceiling in a futile way of ignoring the strange feeling bubbling in your chest "anyways.. well th- they are really good friends" you mutter

"you know.." danielle starts, voice soft barely above a whisper "you are really bad at pretending you don't mean what you say." she flicks your forehead playfully, she moved so close without you noticing.

"sorry..." you lower your eyes at your book again because you couldn't stand looking at danielle eyes

"lay down with me" she simply says and you follow, as if you ever could deny her.

you eyes wander up and down between her eyes and her lips, danielle sees the slightly shake breath you let out

"I like you, yn" danielle confess gently "I know you do too, love" she brush your hair behind your ear, resting her hand on your cheek

"you just get me so afraid.. afraid of messing up, afraid of saying something wrong. i didn't say anything because I was afraid of losing you.. losing us" you look at her in the eyes your voice almost a whisper, your right hand resting just at the side of her waist. your touch gently but insistent, like you were holding a glass afraid of breaking it.

"you think too much" she boops your nose affectly

"uhmm.." you hum and now you don't feel afraid of setting your gaze on her lips

"yn." danielle cups your cheeks, you lean into her touch instinctively feeling the warmth in palm "just kiss me, please"

you take a breath leaning in slowly, enough to feel the her warm breath against your lips

danielle beats you to it and you kiss her back, every emotion you held back lifting off of you. kissing danielle feels right.

you feel a gentle nip on your bottom lip, her warm tongue brushing against yours lips, you sigh breathless and danielle couldn't contain back her smile, she pulls away with one last peck in your lips.

"how was it?" she looks expectantly at you, her brown eyes shimmering with excitement

your only reaction was nodding at her words before cupping her cheeks and sweetly kissing her again.

note: song title is homiesexual by daniel caesar;

this one has been on my drafts for SO long god... anywaay happy birthday to the one and only danielle marsh <3

#new jeans x reader #newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #danielle marsh x reader #danielle x reader #mo jihye x reader #danielle marsh #njz #njz danielle

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amialunatic · 6 months ago

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Just trust me baby..

divider credits to @anitalenia

Based on anon request: would you be willing to write a sam fic about his first time between him and reader where she has scars from her time with a vamp nest (say she was taken a while back and that’s how she got into hunting) and she’s insecure and a little anxious with having his mouth on her body because of the way she was once treated but sam is very patient and understanding. basically just really sweet and sam is catering and talks her through it :,)

Warning: Light smut, Fingering, Sam Winchester/ Hunter!Reader, Fem!Reader, brief mention of readers time in vampire nest.

A/N: Omg my first actual fic. I'm quite stoked to be putting it out. Nervous too. I hope you all like it. I'm starting simple and soft core ig.

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“Hey, you awake?” Dean called from the driver’s seat. That jolted you from down the memory lane. They were returning from the hunt. It was rough. At least 10 vampires. 3 newly turned, innocent, and pain-stricken but unable to control themselves. You guys had to kill them all. Everyone sustained injuries. That was natural. You getting bitten was not. You tried your best to not get bitten as it brought back nightmares that lasted quite a while than you cared to admit.

Sharp teeth piercing you had been a routine for weeks. Until you were rescued by Bobby and the boys. They found you on the brink of death. Several weeks of hospitalization later, you were fit to hunt. You hunted alone, focused mostly on vampires. And sometimes with the boys if the targets were nests. Helping those trapped there brought you catharsis. You wanted to be the hunter you needed all those weeks. And you strived your best to be that.

As you got out of Impala to the motel you were staying, you realized how tired you were. Slumped shoulders and bitten forearms, you moved slowly to your room. In the background, you hear Dean invite Sam for a drink and he refuses. As soon as you enter the room, you get into the shower. Maybe warm water can block out the sensations, the fangs that haunt your mind when you close your eyes. It never has, but you always hope it does this time. As you get out, red from the shower, you hear a knock. Sam’s voice calls out “Hey, it’s me.”

You open the door to see him standing at the door frame all fidgety. “I didn’t think you’d be showering.” he looked unsure almost second guessing his decision.

“I was done.” You moved back as he let himself in. Awkwardly standing with his arms on the chair, brows furrowed he asks “You okay?”. “As ok as you’d be after ganking a bunch of vampires I guess” you tried to lighten the situation. But Sam was having none of that “ You got bitten”. “Yes Sam, vampires bite. That’s like their whole MO.” you poured sarcasm to derail the conversation. This enraged Sam. “Don’t downplay this” his voice raises.

Reaching your breaking point and seeing that Sam wouldn’t leave you without a confrontation, you spit out the truth “You wanna know? OK. I’m fucking tired and I’ll probably have nightmares for days." Your outburst continued as you paced the room in a dressing gown. "You wanna know how weak I am, how the thing that happened to me years ago still brings me to my knees? There you go”. These moments were always followed by tears for you. But he didn't have to know that. You move across to the window facing the half-empty parking lot and turn away, not wishing to humiliate yourself further.

You hear the shuffling of feet as you feel two large hands wrap around me. “Y/N..” his voice laced with sympathy and concern. You lean into his familiar hug, your back nestled against his chest, his warmth enveloping your core. “Sam. I..I don’t want you..guys to see me weak. I am not weak.” you sigh. Sam chuckles “Now that’s the dean-est sentiment I’ve heard you express.” you appreciated his efforts to cheer you up.

“Hey it’s not like you too to sit around and express your feelings” you counter.

He sighs “I know. Me and Dean. Not the greatest examples of sharing feelings. But..you can tell stuff to me. You know that right?” He continues. “Also I don’t think you’re weak at all. Infact you’re one of the most badass hunters for recovering and facing your fears.”

You look down with a grateful smile “Thanks Sam.” As you turn around to face him, you take in his face. His eyes look desperate. Like he is trying to convince you that he can be your safe place. That you needn’t be scared of being vulnerable. And you can’t help but place a kiss between his furrowing eyebrows. Those lines that form when he is worried. You wanted to stop those and let him convince you. To forget the pain and nightmares even for a moment.

“Kiss me”

He looked at you, slightly surprised. “Now? You sure?”.

They had made out before. But this felt different. Somehow more intense, somehow more desperate.

“Yeah Sam, kiss me. Now.”

He didn’t need more encouragement. He bend down, caught your face with his hands as he pressed his lips on to yours. Restrained strength flowed through his hands that he tried to keep in check while pure gentleness caressed your lips. He lifted you effortlessly so your faces were leveled as he continued kissing you, gently tugging your lower lip with his teeth drawing out sighs. You mindlessly tugged his flannel, wishing it’d disappear.

“Patience” He chuckles as placing you on the desk, your back against the wall. You hastily removed the buttons one by one while he untied the knot of your dressing gown in a nanosecond. Your freshly showered skin glistening with water drops stops him in his tracks. As he stares at your underwear-clad body mesmerized, he stops to notice the bite on your forearm, still fiery red, even with the ointment around it. Around your shoulder and neck were faint scars. He caresses the skin around the bite, careful not to cause you any pain. After gently running his fingers along the scars when he looks back to your eyes he only notices your fierce stare, bestowed on his eyes, his swollen lips, and his now visible body, muscular and oh so strong. How you wanted him to take you then and there.

Not wishing to drag it any longer, he starts kissing you again as you gently run your hands through the battle scarred abdomen of his. Moving down to trace a drop of water from your jaw to your neck, he presses gentle kisses coaxing you to lean back your head opening up your neck and chest in the process. He practically groans as he gently nibble across you neck connecting to your shoulder.

In a flash, you freeze and push him away. All of it happened so sudden, Sam stared at you one feet away, confused. In a moment of clarity, it dawned on him. He gently came close to you and tentatively caressed your sides. Your apologetic eyes said everything it needed to. He lifted your chin up to him.

“hey hey..baby. , it’s ok. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He looked at you concern etched in his forehead. When you remained silent he coaxed you “Baby, talk to me.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just..I..was bitten..mouths on my body.” you shudder, visions running through the back of your eyes

“ Does it bring back memories?” He gently asks

“Sometimes, I just can’t block it. I want to Sam, believe me. I want this. I want you..so bad.” I look at him desperate.

“I know. But you know I won’t do anything that you’re uncomfortable with right? We don’t have to do this at all”

“I want to. Sam. I need you.” you lock eyes with him, forehead burrowing

His eyes searched mine for any trace of hesitation. Seeing none, he reaffirms gently “Do you trust me, baby?” “I do” I whisper as I breath out.

“You can stop me whenever you need to.”

A corner of his lips curled revealing the deep dimple. “So no biting I guess?”

“Yeah, no biting.” You bit your lips slyly. “ Well not you anyway”

“I look forward to it, sweetheart” He nudge your lips again easing them apart. As the same time, his hands part your thighs as he stepped impossible close.

You feel his hands slipping the robe off you. Before long, his long fingers were moving closer to your core. His fingers slipped in to your panties and finding the wetness pooling, he groans. I met his gaze, my eyes a blend of desperation and embarrassment at being so affected by him. “Sam..”.

“I know baby” He looks at you for permission before plunging his finger in the wetness. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, your fingers never managed to reach that deep. He ease it out. And again and again until you were a slobbering mess. To add to the torturous pleasure he lifts his palm so each thrust is paired with your clit being rubbed enough to cause friction but not enough to tip over. This was agony but delicious agony.

Sam looks into your convulsing face, his features radiating nothing but the desire to please you. To make you forget, to have a moment of pleasure, away from the darkness that consumes both of you. As you almost reach the height of pleasure, he adds in yet another finger. Through your hazily closed eyes, you don't see him kneeling. Suddenly you feel his warm mouth enveloping your clit. You gasp as your eyes flew open. “Sam..Sammy..” you say tentatively.

“Trust me baby..this will feel good” his voice is laced with soothing promise.

Before you can have further doubts, pleasure blankets you and drags you up to the height of it. As he sucks and laps gently, your hands involuntarily wander through his luscious locks. Finally with a cry and grasp of his hair, you tip over. His hands and lips soothe you through the fall with barely-there touches of your slit.

“oh god..that was..” you breathe heavily through your mouth as you struggle to push words out. Sam leans over and kiss you sloppily, with a goofy smile. “it’s cute to see you all thoughless and spent”

“Sam..you little jerk” you say in amidst panting.

“Hey remember I was the one making you moan my name a moment ago. Some gratitude” he smirks.

“And I’ll make you do the same, just you wait” you rope your hands through his neck pulling him.

"Is that a threat or a promise, honey? Either way, I'm all in." He interlocks his lips with yours, the deepening kiss tasting like an invitation for round two.

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MAybe there should be a second part! Idk. This felt long but not long enough at the same time. Please let me know if anyone would like a second part. I'll try to write one (meaning I'll probably stress over it and write it in 2 weeks)

#spn #supernatural #sam winchester #sam winchester smut #jared padalecki #sam winchester fluff #supernatural smut #supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester x reader

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rafeshow · 3 months ago

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Part 2 of just for clicks 🥺😩🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 please

just for clicks .. pt. 2

hasanabi x fem!streamer!reader

tags : probably extremely out of character hasan (it’s been a minute since i’ve watched a stream pls let me live), use of y/n, angst, comfort, tension?, english isnt my first language, probably lots of inconsistency’s and errors.. lmk if i missed any tags !

a/n : heyyy ppl.. sososososo sorry for how long this has taken !! i’ve been very busy in my personal life and i’ve had extreme writers block, and no motivation to write for men tbh LMAOO. if you have any requests for fem streamer fanfics send them my way ig 😭. all that to say, again; im so terribly sorry for the delay with this fic. sorry if it’s awful, i’ve been writing it on and off for MONTHSSS. read part one here.

You awoke around 3AM to a gentle knock at your apartment door. The current ‘situation’ Hasan had sprung the two of you into only mere hours ago had easily kept you up; having only been asleep for about 10 minutes at this point. It was like clockwork watching it play out; first the clips, then the comments against Hasan, followed by the people running to his defense, and of course the few content creators (who probably didnt meet him more than once) insisting they ‘always knew something was off about him’. It had been hours since it blew up, and other than responding to the few initial texts from your friends informing you of the situation, you had gone completely radio silent.

The saddest part was you werent even upset. Rather the opposite, your brain jumped through hoops trying to rationalize it. He just said it in the heat of the moment, he didnt mean it the way it came off, he was just defending himself, he just wanted to make his feelings clear. But of course, the rationalizing thoughts can only do so much to block out the harmful ones; you just really over-thought the way the two of you acted, it was never like that, you made it weird, its your fault.

But honestly, what else could you do? Sitting and ‘rotting’ (for lack of a better word) in bed was much more appealing than the other options. Yes you could hop online and defend yourself, be mad about it, say how gross it was for him to insinuate you'd do anything for views, talk about how weird it is for him to get that pressed over a fan video. Or, you could always flee and take the sad victim side, let all your friends do the talking for you, leave little comments like ‘i didnt know he thought of me that way’ and profusely apologize. But none of that would be you being honest. Of course you wanted to defend yourself, of course you were sad and beating yourself up about it, but you wanted nothing more than to just sit and wallow in it for a while. Avoid the inevitable for as long as possible.

Your friends had all been bombarding you with messages and calls, but your phone was long past muted and set aside. Before going awol you left most of them with a brief ‘im going to sleep it off’ message, but judging by the still persistent notifications, youd assume that didn't ease their minds at all.

Youd been aimlessly watching a show for a few hours at this point, lulling in and out of sleep and tuning out the sound of your phone for the most part. The sudden knock at your door was a change in pace though, the sound snapping you out of the static and fog buzzing around in your head. No, the idea of one of your friends driving over to check on you wasn't all that out of the question. You lived just outside of L.A, far enough from most of your friends to feel like a nuisance asking anybody to drive to come visit you, but not far enough where you couldn't justify driving there yourself. You sat up, adjusting your loose sweatpants where they hung low on your hips. After a bit of quick process of elimination, you figured it was QT; one of your closer (and most considerate) friends. Because of this, you opted not to throw a shirt on to cover yourself, clad in a just a comfortable sports bra.

You shuffled your way over to the door, throwing on the best smile you could manage before twisting the knob and opening it. You were surprised when you had to adjust your eyes upwards, the figure at your door towering over where QT would normally reside. As you took him in, it didnt take long for an exhausted sigh to leave you. It was Hasan. There he stood, still sporting his typical tall and broodingly aloof aesthetic, even despite being moderately hunched over and with concern etched in every inch of his stature. You couldnt help but notice how unsure he looked. Anxious. No, Hasan wasnt always the most outgoing and ‘go-lucky’ guy, but he looked almost pained as you met his eyes; his clothes twisted in ways that made you guess hed been fidgeting with them, his nail polish chipped away on most fingers, the way he took an almost comically large step back as soon as you opened the door.

“Can we talk?” He said, his voice a harsh change in the silence you didnt realize was resting between the two of you. “You can say no of course-” He rushed out, only his fingers flaring out in emphasis opposed to his usual hand movements, almost as if he was afraid hed startle you.

“Yea, sure.” You sighed out, hardly even mentally present in the moment. You rubbed at your eyes as you held the door open, leaving plenty of space for him to walk in. He took you up on the invitation, albeit looking incredibly unsure whilst doing so.

He padded into your apartment painfully slow before quickly snapping his eyes to you, almost as if waiting for permission to do something. For you to give him instruction. You didn't even look at him though, instead grumbling your way over to your previous home on the sofa, tugging your blanket to one end and leaving plenty of room for him on the other. He waited till you’d sat down to follow, trying his best to gently take a seat at his appointed spot on the couch.

“How’d you get my address?” You said plainly, opting to just stare into the tv as it lowly played some random show. He’d never been there before. You honestly didnt care, whatever his answer was. You just hoped it would spring him into getting the daunting conversation over with.

“Austin.” He breathed out, sounding even tenser than he looked. “He gave it to me so I could send you something for the podcast a while ago.” He pausued, but continued; “Im sorry, I know how fucking weird it is for me to just show up but I couldnt just sit there and-” He took a breath, and you could practically taste the oncoming ramble. “You wouldnt answer anybody, and you totally have the right to do that obviously but I couldnt just sit with myself not knowing what was going on.. I started driving here before I even thought it through, which is totally my bad.. but I couldn’t just go all the way back without even checking in.. -And I know my feelings are irrelevant in this and its about you I just-”

“Hasan stop.” You turned to him, trying and failing not to look as sympathetic as you did. “I dont-.. it’s fine, okay? I mean obviously it’s not fine, but we’ll get over it. Im sure you didn't mean what you said, or at least not like that- you know- it's whatever, okay?” You practically hushed the words out, opting for the soothing approach and acting way more casual about the situation than you felt. You threw in a horribly farse reassuring smile at the end, hoping to solidify your words.

“You really didnt need to come all this way, I wouldve answered in the morning. I was just sleeping.” You added, and you saw the way his face ticked. He knew you were lying, but he was definitely not going to pry, whether about the lack of sleep or your want to brush things off. He persisted for himself though;

“It’s not fine, y/n. Im not shoving this shit under the rug, it’s going to eat me alive.” He said, his voice switching between frustration, desperation, and forced softness. You could see the way he struggled with his words, trying so hard not to talk about the way he feels (and failing miserably at it). The way a ping of regret would flash over him after every word he spoke. His eyes flickered back and forth from boring into you and staring off into the abyss of meddled emotions he’d created for himself.

“I’ll just lay it out how it is, okay? It was beyond messed up for me to insinuate you’d maliciously do something.. Like that stuff, for views, okay? Especially when I was doing that.. shit to you too. I shouldve never said that, or even thought it for that matter. I was just- frustrated, okay? Thats not me justifying it or anything, I just wanted you to like, know that-”

“Hasan.” You cut him off, this time sitting up and reaching to put a hand on his knee. You swear you could feel his leg flex under your touch. You stopped for a moment, searching his face for answers to questions you couldn't compute.

“What is so frustrating?” Is the question you somehow managed to compose. You don’t know the answer you wanted. It was an open ended question, he could take the side that you secretly hoped he would; that it was the fans. The overwhelming shipping and attention your relationship got from the fans was suffocating to him, and that he didn’t feel the way they portrayed him to feel about you. Or he could take the side that scared you. That he felt exactly the way everyone was portraying it, and them rubbing his own feelings in his face before he even had a chance to do anything about them himself was driving him crazy. Instead, the two of you sat in silence, and it wasnt uncomfortable. The air almost felt thick around the two of you, a comfortable fog, but something in it possessed you to add a gentle squeeze to his leg with emphasis. And you definitely felt him twitch this time.

“Tell me i'm not the only one who's feeling this way.” He finally muttered, and suddenly the feeling of his gaze hit you like a ton of bricks. You almost wanted to cower away with the way his eyes bored into yours, almost needy, the look feeling even more pleading than the words he'd said.

You knew what you wanted to say, but how could you possibly admit to it? Through this whole situation, you’d been not only so terribly irked at him, but also so frustrated with yourself. How could you admit that you too had been feeling the same way, and you hadn’t done anything about it either? You’d be admitting that the ripples throughout the fandom and now the controversy had been from your actions (or lack there of) too. You’d already been beating yourself up about it all day. What answer did he truly want? If you admitted to him that you too felt the same way, would he be greatful or mad? If you lied and said you didn’t feel the same way, what good or bad would it do? It could wreck him, he’d beat himself up beyond belief, the fact that he not only projected his unreciprocated feelings onto you but also gotten mad over it live. All of it being his fault. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself. But you didn’t know which was worse, seeing him mad at you, or seeing him sad. You could only hope for the best, before the words spilled out of your mouth;

“Hasan of course I feel the same way.” A frown etched into your face, and you continued before he even had a chance to react; “I’m so so sorry I hadn’t done anything about it sooner either, I just beat myself up about it until I couldn’t-“ you withdrew your hand from his knee, shaking your hands, looking for the words you couldn’t form yourself. “ -I couldn’t tell how I was even feeling about it anymore..? I used to be so upset that you hadn’t done anything, I thought you were toying with me. I mean.. I tried making it obvious that I liked you so that you’d do something if you felt the same way but you never did so I convinced myself that you didn’t-“

“Hey, Hey,” He cut me off, and it was only then that i’d realized how close he’d moved to me during my rant. His leg rubbed against mine where I sat criss cross in the corner of the couch. His frame leaned over mine as he gave his best attempt at shrinking down to aid me. His eyes scattered across my face as his large hand cupped my cheek, hurriedly wiping at tears that I didn’t even notice were falling. It was only then that I finally realized the sound of my hurried breaths, the air practically huffing out of me. He looked frantic, broken, even though that’s exactly what I didn’t want. He pulled me close to his chest, i’m sure not only to sooth me, but also because he couldn’t bare to look at my tear stricken face anymore. I gripped onto his shirt, not even knowing I needed to cry this bad.

He didn’t say anything at first. I felt him pressing kisses into the crown of my head, and I couldn’t tell which one of us needed them more. He held me tight and close, all of his previous worries of hurting me more and being gentle replaced by the need to comfort. It was unspoken how much we’d both wanted to hold each other over the last few months, whether like this or otherwise, and after all our emotions boiling over, I think this was exactly what we needed.

We sat there in the silence for a long time. The humming of the tv still echoing through my flat, and the now present thumping of Hasans heartbeat against my ear was beyond peaceful. Of course, we’d pull ourselves together soon and have a realistic conversation, but for now, this was perfect.

#.. 𝓇𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 #fear&#fear& podcast #hasan x reader #hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #twitch streamer #twitch streamer fanfic #austin show #austin show x reader #will neff

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poisonedprose · 2 years ago

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I humbly request trying on Ghost’s shirts and realizing that they’re too big- and then he comes home and fucks you in one ig, idk my brain is scrambled egg for this man

-⚕️

₊˚✧ XXL — in which ghost's shirts are good for sleeping and getting fucked in

simon 'ghost' riley x afab!reader

warnings: 0.7k words, smut, with help from my pookie @dizzyntrr, pet names (little doll), curse words, p in v, pwp, size kink, mirror sex, nipple play, clit play, light choking

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You looked in the full-length mirror, admiring how oversized Simon's shirt looked on you. You couldn't even see the white cotton of your underwear. It stopped just a little above your mid-thigh. Your clit throbbed at the mere sight of the large t-shirt, it was laughable how needy you were.

You bunch the shirt around your waist, admiring your underwear and running your fingers gently over your covered cunt. It was a bad habit to tease yourself, you'd picked it up from Simon. You shuffled the underwear down your legs, stepping out of them gracefully. You looked at your naked bottom half in the mirror, arousal gushing out of your tight hole, wetting your thighs for proof.

Just as you were about to rub your aching clit, the door opened behind you, Simon walked in. You quickly unbunch the shirt, letting it fall back to your mid-thigh and kicking your underwear away from Simon's view. He starts grumbling about something before pausing when he realizes you are in his shirt. "Is that my shirt?" He asks almost with no detectable tone in his voice. If you didn't know any better, you'd think you were in trouble.

"Yeah, y'like?" You were still looking in the mirror. He walks up behind you, cupping your pussy. He chuckles as you gasp, your arousal coating his hand. "No underwear? Thought you knew better than this, lovie." You can't see it, but you know he's smirking under his skull mask. He pulls the shirt up above your tits. He takes one of your nipples in his pointer finger and thumb, rubbing gently. With his other hand, he rubs your clit, slow as slow can be.

You immediately melt into his touch. It was borderline terrifying how much power this man had over you. You wrap your hand around the wrist of the hand playing with your clit, trying to make him go faster. But all that does is make him go slower. You watch in the mirror, the teasing combined with the mirror was making you needier than ever before.

Before you knew it, you were whining out a string of pleas and begs. "Please, Simon. I'll do anythin'. Need your pretty cock in me s'bad.." You pout, tears brimming your eyes as you beg. He was already growing hard just from the sight of you in his shirt but hearing you say that his cock was pretty. He was done for.

He sits back on the bed, sitting you on his lap. Your clit brushes against the fabric of his pants causing you to whimper. "Be patient, yah?" He groans as he hurriedly pulls his cock out, not even bothering to pull his pants down. He puts his hand in front of your mouth and you don't need to be told what to do. You spit on his hand and he happily accepts it, bringing his hand to his stiff cock and jerking himself softly. He groans, eyes rolling back just a bit.

Once he feels like he lubricated himself enough, he's lining himself up with your entrance, poking you with his leaky tip. He ruts into you, you cry out with a whimper. "Keep your pretty mouth shut and watch." He grips your chin and forces you to look at yourself in the mirror. You clench around him at the sight, making him groan. "Of course you like this." He chuckles condescendingly, but you can't bring yourself to mind.

He holds the shirt up to your waist, keeping it from covering your cunt. You can't wait any longer. You start squirming in his lap, trying to get him to start fucking into you and of course, he gives his sweet angel what you want. He snaps his hips into the backside of your ass, thrusting into you. The pace is brutal and each thrust hit so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

"Such a small thing in my shirt, aren't ya? Makes ya look like my little doll." Simon groans in your ear, watching your dazed look as he pounds into you. His hand slides up your body, stopping at your neck. His grip was tight but he was careful not to hurt you. "Gonna fuck you in all my shirts from now on."

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#! ✪ ₊˚✧ cod .#ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #ghost smut #cod ghost smut #simon riley x reader #ghost simon riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #ghost x reader

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rush-the-stars · 1 month ago

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the beginning and end (and what binds them together)

part ii: locked out

✦—⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆—✦

18+ minors dni

pairing: vashwood x gender neutral afab!reader

wc: 1.8k my god this is getting silly

cw: omegaverse au, beta!vash that can switch sexes and is currently in Rut, alpha!wolfwood, omega!reader, reader referred to as "kid" and "kit" by wolfwood. masturbation. dub-conish voyeursim? reader has slight gender envy of secondary sex. not beta read.

a/n: well. here's this ig. if you enjoy this lmk.,.if you wanna talk ab this au pls let me know.,..its cooking me.

part i: gone, gone

✦—⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆—✦

In the dark, violet blue of night, you twist and turn in your sheets. Sleep is a far-fetched, fickle creature tonight. You know you won't be getting much of it. Not at the peak of your Heat—the worst of the fever bursting beneath your skin. The ache inside you growing so large that you think it'll overtake you entirely and all you'll be is this—empty, starving creature. Desperate. So desperate and hollow and furious and—

Vash and Wolfwood are next door, in the connected room at this motel. The door is locked between you. You had only agreed to return with them on this condition, if you could keep that door locked tight. Bolted shut. But you know they're still there, can barely smell them and—

The worst is that you can hear them. Better than you'd like, especially this late, when the world is quiet and your heart is pounding in your chest. You know that the wall your bed is on shares a wall with the bed in their room.

And Vash is still awake, no doubt dealing with his Rut.

Wolfwood is helping him, staying near him rather than you, so it doesn't also trigger his own Rut. He's being a good Alpha, ensuring that you're safe, and Vash is contained and sweating this out on his side of the door.

Vash is a docile Beta, though, even in Rut.

He just sounds—needy. His voice dampened by the wall, but you can tell it's wane and thin. You suspect that he must be spread out on the bed in their room, with how close his voice sounds. You think, only this wall separates us. Only this.

"Hah—" Vash makes a sound, muffled by the wall, but you can still hear him well. Well enough. "This hurts. It hurts so bad."

"You been through a Rut before?" Wolfwood's voice is low enough that you have to strain to hear him.

"Yeah—ah, it's been awhile, though. My last one was a Heat." You hear shifting, maybe, or maybe you're just imagining it, "but this feels—different. Worse."

"You got an Omega next door you can't get to." Wolfwood says simply and, if you're smelling right, you can tell he's smoking. The faint whiff of tobacco that seeps through their room into yours. It'd be a comfort if it didn't remind you so thoroughly of him—

If it didn't send your mind reeling with thoughts of him or Vash. You wonder how they look right now; are they shirtless and trying to sleep? Are they close to each other? Far? Is Vash flushed red down to his chest? Is Wolfwood affected?

“Yeah—“ Vash gets out, “Agh—I’m so—“ He’s almost whining, “Hot. I’m burning up. I don’t feel good.”

After a moment, Wolfwood curses. “You’re glowing, Spikey.”

"Ha—" Vash sounds pained, "yeah, I guess. My body is fighting it—fever's getting too hot. It thinks I'm—sick."

There's some shuffling. And then another curse from Wolfwood, this one worse.

"You're burning bad." He says and you imagine he's feeling Vash's forehead, his cheek. You wonder what Vash does. Does he lean in? Are his eyes fluttered shut? Or is he looking up at Wolfwood, eyes like wells of the brightest, most brilliant blue you've ever seen?

"We gotta get your temperature down."

"Cold shower?" Vash jokes weakly.

"Nah—bad to shock the system like that." Wolfwood's voice has gone softer. "With Ruts, the fever dips when—"

Your heart kicks up strangely.

“I know—“ You think Vash says.

It goes strangely silent for a while and you’re left to wonder about Vash; is he okay? Does he feel the way you do? Like there's all this pressure beneath your skin, like it's ballooning and pressing against the tender, pink parts of you? You're aching, down in your lower back, your hips—between your legs.

You twist, turn, and try and alleviate the pain. It does nothing to lessen it.

A hiccuping sound from beyond the wall.

"Easy, blondie." You think you hear Wolfwood say, but it's so much softer. A rumble of sound. It's also closer, though, just on the other side of your wall.

For some reason, you flush with even more heat.

"Wolfwood—" A strangled cry, "Nick—hah—"

A hushing. A low coo.

"You don't wanna wake them." Wolfwood murmurs, muffled. Belatedly, you realize he's talking about you.

There's some shifting. You can hear heaving breath, the creak of the bed, you think.

Oh.

A bolt of lightning through your body, a shock, a realization. Your ears burn. All of you burns. You suck in a sharp breath. You hold it, scared that they'll hear you if you let it out, hold it tight inside you. Everything so tight.

You go perfectly still, can hear the roar of your heartbeat. You wonder if they can hear it in the cavity of your chest, too, gushing and jumping—the pulse inside you that is like a live-wire.

You turn over in your own bed carefully, onto your stomach, and it creaks, too. You wonder if they can hear it. You wonder if they froze or if—

"You're a mess, blondie." Wolfwood murmurs, "so desperate—"

Vash moans.

You squeeze your eyes shut. You press your thighs together desperately. The ache inside you blossoms into something sharper, more painful. You bury your face in your arms and try to endure, try to fight through it.

"And sensitive." He continues lowly, far-away, and soft, "you always this sensitive?"

A little keen from Vash. "S-sorta—I guess. Do you get sensitive?"

"Nah—" Wolfwood says and Vash makes another soft sound, almost a mewl. You're trying to keep your breath from heaving.

(In a sudden, bending realization, you wonder if Wolfwood would've done this for you—whatever he's doing to Vash, if you really were his little Alpha. His kit. You wonder if he would've nursed you through a Rut the same way. You imagine him, over you, voice low and smoky, big hand curling around—

Something breaks inside of you at the thought.)

Your hand creeps beneath you, past your stomach, down between the blazing heat between your legs. Slick and slippery and—

Messy.

You're a mess, blondie.

It's so embarrassing. You hold your breath. You try to be as careful and quiet as possible. You're so slippery that your fingers, too small and too shaky, do little for you. They pass over your swollen clit desperately.

"—I just get pent up, I guess." Wolfwood says, "bet you're needy in Heat, too, if this is how your Ruts are."

"Wolfwood—"

"I'm right here." He soothes easily, almost with too much calm, compared to the broken pitch in Vash's voice, "I've got ya."

And then there's a strange sort of silence, where you can just hear yourself—the sound of your own arousal, of theirs, just beyond the wall. You wonder if they're kissing or how Wolfwood is touching him. You imagine Vash, flushed and desperately, hips rutting messily towards Wolfwood's fist. You imagine Wolfwood doing that for you, you imagine Vash needing you, whining underneath you—

Then, suddenly;

"You thinkin' about them?" Wolfwood's voice is dark.

Your heart spikes.

"Ah—" Vash sounds wrecked, "h-how can I not?"

Your face twists, your fingers push desperately inside yourself. You're so empty and so hollow and so—hungry. So desperate. The ache in you builds behind your eyes, all over. Like one, great, tender bruise. Tears prick your eyes.

A low, rumbling laugh from Wolfwood. "You look so guilty."

"I feel so bad—" Vash mourns, "Can't help it—keep thinking about them—keeping thinking about—"

"Knotting them?" Wolfwood's voice is quiet enough that you have to strain to hear it. And God, do you feel bad that you do. Desperately, you want to hear him, hear it all.

You think about it, too, Vash knotting you. Would he get as needy? As desperate and wild and whiny as he sounds? Worse? Would he pin you, or would he be a mess beneath you?

"Y-yeah—" Vash whimpers, "and how they'd taste—how they'd—sound and—"

"They're so stubborn." Wolfwood inhales. "Ornery little thing. Hard to imagine them needy like this but," he exhales, "bet they break pretty, you know? Not easily, but pretty."

Vash moans, shameless enough that Wolfwood hushes him again, and you can almost hear the smile in his voice. Almost hear that wolfish twinge he sometimes gets. Your fingers move faster, hips canting towards them, towards your open palm, now so slick and slippery.

"Probably on the other side of this wall, sleepin' like an angel." Wolfwood says softly, "and you're here, thinking about rutting into them like an animal."

"Hah—you're—you're talking about breaking them."

"Gently, you know?" Wolfwood says and your pleasure is mounting, building, swarming beneath your skin. All up the length of your spine. In the back of your head. "The way I am with you now, blondie."

A broken sound from Vash.

"That's it—" Wolfwood hushes, "just like that, Vash—atta boy."

Your vision whites out with your peak and, without thinking, you sink your teeth into your arm in a desperate attempt to keep quiet. You bite into your skin, hard, and pleasure erupts inside of you—explodes beneath your skin in a rush of heat. It sparkles, bursting, breaking.

You make the smallest of noises around the skin of your arm, teeth still lodged into it desperately. Chest heaving. Your jaw aches. Your head swims.

Silence, except breathing. Yours and theirs. Mingled together in the quiet, dingy motel on the edge of the world.

"Feeling better?" Wolfwood asks softly.

You finally detach your teeth from your own arm.

"Y-yeah—"

"Try and get some sleep. If you need me again, I'm right here." He says and you can tell he's moved away—further from the wall, and into the room. "I'll check in on our little Omega in the morning, too."

Our. It sings in your mind as sleep finally manages to take you, swift and easy.

And in the morning, when Wolfwood pokes his head in—just to make sure you have food and water, he claims, you can't meet his eyes. You can't even look at him, face overheating with prickly warmth. You snap at him, bare your teeth and tell him to get out.

But he just smiles, moon dark and knowing, as he slips back behind your door.

That door you keep locked so tight—bolted shut.

#vashwood x reader #vash x reader #wolfwood x reader #vash the stampede x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #trigun x reader #cw omegaverse #cielo writes!#cielo's writing!

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rogue-durin-16 · 2 months ago

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HEAD-TO-HEAD (part IX/?)

Summary: Joe thought she was pretty. Had he just said that, things might have been different for them. Maybe they wouldn't have gone head-to-head at each other for three years like it was a contest.

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Genre: angst splattered with fluff/rivals to lovers

Head-to-head: @derersketnoget @ladystardustfromarss @lanadelray1989 @chanshugsaretherapy @hoddystark @sxalbatf

Band Of Brothers: @fernando-jpg @chubbypotatoepie @tvserie-s-world @clumsy-wonderland @lordndsaviorwinters @lanadelray1989 @chanshugsaretherapy @hoddystark

Permanent taglist: @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @comfort-reads

Warnings: PTSD, slight gore (blink and you'll miss it), warfare, language, smoking

A/N: I'm gonna say this once. If you know the gif creator, tell me. Beware of the fact that I nearly didn't post this today bc anons annoyed me THAT much. Anyway, enjoy ig? <3

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Shoot. Get down. Live grenade. They got us zeroed. Move. Shoot. Move. Keep moving.

Keep moving. Shoot.

Smoke. Blood. Gunshots.

A shell. Move. A blast. Shoot.

Move. Gunshots.

Blood. Death. Pain.

Tipper.

Blood. Blood. Blood gushing.

Y/n.

"Jesus Christ."

There was no training for that part, was it?

We all had heard it from veterans— battle fatigue, shellshock; whatever comes after combat, when the silence is too loud and the peace too stifling. No one in their right mind would toss and turn and sweat and shake here.

After four weeks of nonstop fighting, Regiment had pulled Easy to the camp set at Utah beach. Warm food, beds, hot showers and the soft waves of the ocean lulling us into a deep sleep for a couple of nights. Then, England. A well-deserved rest.

No one was actually resting.

We all pretended we were, though. The few who didn't bother on feigning it had found different activities to busy themselves. Some read, some cleaned their M1s, some polished their boots.

No one spoke.

I turned to lie on my back, stare fixed on the canvas above our heads. A welcomed anomaly, compared to what we had grown accustomed to.

The cot was too soft. I shuffled on it, once, twice. A frustrated puff escaped me. I turned again, this time on my right shoulder, facing the tarp serving as doorway. It flapped with the wind, allowing my view to reach a figure standing by the shore.

Maybe picking out who it was would have been harder if she had been wearing, at the very least, a damn jacket.

If we had learned something from France, it was that the nights weren't warm, and the English channel's influence didn't do us any favors regarding the temperature.

I had a foot set out of the tent before I could think better of it. Toye and Guarnere, standing right outside, spared me a nod of acknowledgment.

"What's she doing?"

Toye quirked a brow. Whether it was at my question or at my tone, I didn't know. "Didn't ask her."

"She's gonna catch something."

"She's a big girl, alright." The Irishman countered.

"She's an idiot."

Guarnere pulled a face and motioned at the dark silhouette of Y/n, contrasting with the refracted moonlight. "you go tell her that, buddy. We'll wait for ya right here."

Instead of exchanging another word with the two men, I turned heel and reached Y/n's bunk in a couple of strides. My fingers curled around the fabric of her jacket, and, after throwing it over my shoulder, I crossed the distance to the beach.

At first, I didn't call her name— didn't speak at all. The last thing we all needed was to get spooked and, although I highly doubted I'd have managed to take her by surprise, I didn't want to tamper with my luck.

The late night hours, the exhaustion from the last weeks, and the way the sand seemed to swallow my footsteps weren't the best combination.

She still noticed —of course she noticed— that she was no longer alone. The slightest change of posture gave her away. By the slight widening of her eyes when she turned to check the source of movement, whoever she had expected to come get her clearly wasn't me.

"You made it through Normandy just so you could catch pneumonia?" I questioned, holding out her jacket.

"It’s not that cold." It was a dismissive whisper. 'You worry too much'. But she took the piece of clothing nonetheless, slipping it on with slow, careful motions.

"You'll thank me later." I shoved my hands into the pockets of my pants, watching her with an inquisitive look. Y/n must have noticed, because she made a point not to spare my a single look, her attention elsewhere. "What are you even doing out here?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"No shit."

"I thought I'd go for a swim."

"You're full of great ideas, aren't you?" I waited for a comeback; an annoyed response that matched my sarcastic pitch. She didn't take the bait.

Her scoff, barely there, lacked humor and strength. "Well, I'm not getting in the water, if it's any comfort."

"Changed your mind?"

She glanced at me then, skimming over my face before looking past my shoulder. "Guess you could say so."

My gaze exchanged her form for the soft waves. The water stretched out endless in front of us, dark and calmer than it had been when we'd arrived in the morning.

Maybe Y/n was right and I couldn't shut up to save my life, which was why I opened my mouth in the first place. Whatever stupid thought I was about to voice died, transforming into a sucked-in breath I poorly hid by clearing my throat when a busted helmet hit my unlaced boot.

A month had passed since the Normandy landings, yet the tide wasn't done dragging pieces of the dead— gear, guns, torn fabric.

Worse things than torn fabric.

Y/n's back was now to the Atlantic, her arm brushing my own for an instant.

"My ma used to say it's bad luck to turn your back to the ocean, you know?" It was almost an afterthought, my eyes lingering on the half buried helmet.

"I'll take my chances." She muttered uninterested, patting her jacket in search of something she didn't find. "You got a cigarette?"

My hands mimicked her previous actions, with enough luck to find a crumpled pack.

I pulled out two, placing one in her palm. "You got a lighter?"

She snorted, shaking her head as she reached into her pocket. Her fingers set the flame, the amber light illuminating her features for an instant. She held the lighter out to me, her free hand protecting it from the wind, and I leaned in until the end of my cigarette caught the soft glow.

We stood like that for a moment, quiet, Y/n facing the camp and me facing the waves.

The tide rolled in.

"Don't dwell on it, alright?" I said.

She took the cigarette to her lips, still not looking at me. "I'm not."

I didn't even let myself entertain the thought that she was lying. She sounds unbothered, I told myself, she must be.

That surely wasn't a lie of my own, was it? An excuse crafted by my selfish mind, one that would help me sleep better at night after choosing not to dig into it.

But then again, what consolation could I have offered to her, anyway? When, on a good day, we tolerated each other.

Y/n took another drag of the cigarette, then pulled it away to inspect it with a small frown. "What's this?"

I glanced down to pull the pack out of my pocket again. Her fingers clasped my wrist to twist the little box in the camp's lighting direction in order to read the name.

"Chesterfield." Her brows twitched, like that wasn't the answer she expected. "Since when do you smoke Chesterfields?"

"Got a problem with them?" She set me free just as quick as she had gotten a hold of me, allowing me to put the cigarettes back into their assigned spot. "'Cause you can always give it back."

She didn’t say a word, just put the smoke back to her lips and took another drag, slow and pointed. Stubborn.

"You like it?"

Y/n gifted me a tight-lipped smile. "Love it."

Oh, she hated it.

I didn't push it. We shifted slightly, the movement sending our biceps to bump again.

"You did good." She exhaled, watching the smoke dissolve into the air before saying, "Thought you'd get yourself killed before shooting a round."

I blinked. I wasn't sure how to take that from her— something that wasn't sarcastic or backhanded; just an observation, maybe even a compliment of some sort and, for some reason, that made it harder to respond to.

My instinct kicked in. "Yeah, well. You've been decent so far."

She rolled her eyes. A reaction easier to place.

A beat of silence passed, the distant, almost nonexistent murmur inside the tents and the steady rush of the tide filling the space between us.

Too quiet.

"What's in your head?"

Y/n inhaled through her nose, flicking the ashes onto the damp sand. "I'm starting to think I should've stayed home."

It wasn't self-pity, and clearly wasn't looking for a response. Just a thought said aloud.

Just a thought that didn't sit right with me.

"Yeah. I don't think so." It took me a second to meet her gaze. The surprise that simple sentence pulled out of her was almost funny. "What would you be doing at home, anyway?"

"Don't know." Y/n gave me a shrug and a thoughtful pout. "Marrying a good man?"

I gave her an skeptical look.

She squinted her lids. "What's that face, Liebgott?"

"Nothing." I raised my hands in surrender and clicked my tongue. "I just don't think that would've worked for you, since, you know, all the good men are overseas."

"That's not true." Her furrowed brows were a stark contrast to her amused smile. "My brothers are in the States."

Brothers. Plural. Huh. "Why?"

"Two 4Fs, one conscientious objector." The corner of her lips pulled upwards at my blank stare. "You think it's funny, don't you?"

"It is funny." The statement came through a snicker. "You're here to— what? Salvage your family's reputation?"

That earned me a lazy kick of her boot. "Yeah, 'cause me being here is gonna do a lot for their reputation."

The cigarette burned between my fingers, and the question I had been dying to ask her itched at the tip of my tongue.

If there was a time to ask, it was now.

"How the hell did you even get into the Airborne?"

Y/n turned her head slightly, just enough to give me a side glance. She was weighing her possibilities.

"You've been holding onto that one for long?"

Of course. I quirked my brow at her, prompting her to give me something real. A sly grin escaped her before she could look away again.

It was strange. For a moment, the war felt a world away. No mud, no rain, no dead bodies washing up on shore. Just a woman with sharp eyes, standing too close and not moving away. It almost felt like San Francisco again, like she was just another pretty girl at my local bar.

Wishful thinking, worth nothing.

Just when I thought I wouldn't get a reply, she settled for, "Lying, bribing, and being stubborn."

"Sounds about right." I scrunched my nose, losing my gaze to the ocean momentarily. "You sure you'd be equipped to stay at home and marry a good man?"

That got a laugh out of her. Short, but real. The stitches on her face pulled, making her wince slightly, and I caught myself looking a second too long.

I smirked, tilting my head at her and teased, "Thought you couldn't laugh.", because asking if it hurt meant I cared.

Y/n halfheartedly glared at me, her fingertips pressing the soreness away from her scarred cheek. "Thought you weren't funny."

It was meant to be a comeback, but it didn't land like that. She noticed a bit too late, with the grin spreading over my face. Too late to take it back.

"You think I’m funny?"

The thought of doing a u-turn flashed so obviously across her face, but to my surprise, she doubled down. "Sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

Y/n scoffed, her body already angled toward camp as if to shield herself from the teasing. "When you're not an absolute dick."

"Aren't you sweet." I flicked my cigarette, glancing away.

"I am being sweet." She took a long drag, the smoke curling above her when she exhaled it.

"Right."

The tide rolled in, dragged back out. I gently kicked the helmet back into the sea. She looked over her shoulder at the waves; her profile cut against the vastness of the clear night sky from were I stood.

For an instant, the quiet wasn't so bad.

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faeriichaii · 1 year ago

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Hello I have a request for thorin!!

Can you please write a Thorin x afab!human reader, in which her family line worked for the line of Durin for many many years, and during the meeting at bilbo’s, Gandalf brings her along with him and Thorin recognizes her immediately because of her similarities to her family & he gets a little emotional and happy? :) Or anything of that sort! thank you in advance <3

A Part from Home ~ Thorin x afab!Human!Reader

A/N: Omg I'm so happy to get a request for Thorin haha! Ngl I struggled a bit because I didn't really know in what kind of direction I was going with this but I still think it turned out quiet nice and wholesome (I also let my best friend read through it and she said she blushed and smiled so Ig it’s approved) :) If you want a pt. 2 I can always do that :) But I still hope you like it and enjoy reading it <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Softness, wholesomeness ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 933 ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (Thank you <33) ࿐ྂ

Summary: Tagging along for an adventure with Gandalf, you didn't expect to run into people that remind you of your lost home.

The night was dark as you walked alongside Gandalf on a small path through a town called Hobbiton. A soft cold breeze accompanied you on your travels. The soft chirping sound of grasshoppers paired well with the gentle glow of the fireflies, giving the small village a comfortable and cozy atmosphere. “Gandalf, is there a reason why you chose to take me with you on this adventure?” You asked him, shifting your heavy bag on your shoulder. Inhaling the smoke from his pipe he looks down at you. “Well, of course there is a reason to that.” He blows out the smoke, forming rings on the way up into the dark sky.

“Care to explain them to me?” At your inquiry, the wizard just let out a chuckle and shook his head, indicating you that he will keep it a secret for now. “You will find your answers during your journey (Y/N).” With that, the wizard knocked on a little green wooden door, which was connected to a hole in the ground. “Why do you have to keep it a secret from me?” You continue to interrogate him. However, Gandalf’s attention was fully focused on the hobbit that just opened the door. “Bilbo Baggins, it is nice to see you again.” Walking through the door the both of you enter into the small but pleasant home. Boisterous laughter and cheers could be heard from the table further down.

“Why on earth are dwarves swarming my home Gandalf?” The hobbit seizes, while slowly turning towards you. “Oh- Hello, my name is (Y/N). It is nice to make your acquaintance” You quickly introduce yourself, smiling at the man whose house you just entered. “Bilbo Baggins, the pleasure is all mine.” He gives you a tight-lipped smile before gesturing you to set your baggage to the rest of the bags that are already perched by the door. Setting your stuff aside, you follow Gandalf into the room, filled with dwarves that are sitting around a table.

“Gandalf, I didn’t expect you to be the last one to join in on this important meeting.” A dark-haired dwarf mentioned. Two braids on either side of his head framed his bearded face perfectly. “My apologies, I had to make a detour and collect your 15th member for the company.” Thorins gaze drifted towards you, making you shuffle on the spot a little. Most of the dwarves stopped talking and focused their attention towards you and Gandalf, as well as Bilbo, who stood beside you. The dwarven kings’ eyes locked onto your own as something unrecognizable flickered in his gaze. “Gandalf, you invited a human into the company?” One dwarf muttered, making you raise your eyebrow in annoyance. “I might be a human, however, my family has served for the line of Durin for generations. I know exactly how to handle my weapons and I am more than capable to protect myself and I am pretty sure that I could even take you down in a fight.” You snap back, shutting him up immediately. A chuckle escapes Thorin, as he made some space for Gandalf and you to join around on the table to talk about the mission at hand.

After investigating the map and Bilbo refusing to sign the contract, that was handed to him, you all started to clean up the mess that has been created throughout the entire meeting. Thorin walked up to you while you were washing the dishes used earlier. “I knew you seemed familiar the second my eyes landed on you.” He murmurs, taking a towel to dry the wet dishes. “How come?” “Like you said, your family has been loyal to the Durin line for centuries. You share a lot of familiarities with your mother.” You smile softly at the remembrance of the time you spent with her in Erebor. “I remember I used to constantly beg her to take me to work with her.” “Can you remember anything from the time you were there?” He asked you tentatively. “Not much, I was very young back then. I think I always brought little flower crowns I made in the garden for the royal family.” At that statement he chuckled softly. “Yes, I always made sure to wear them, when you were around. Else you would just pout at me, hang on my leg and spend the entire day with me instead of your mother.” A blush dusted your cheeks at that statement. “Hmm seems very made up to me. I really don’t remember that ever happening so I think you must be lying.” The two of you laugh, finishing up the rest of your work.

“Care to join me for a walk?” Thorin gently asks, holding out his hand to take for you. Placing your own in his, a welcoming warmth spreads through your body. As you both step outside into the cold night, you walk towards the stream, flowing through the small town. “I always wondered if your family made it out alive of Erebor.” His gaze was cold at the remembrance of the day the dragon decided to use the kingdom as it’s new home. “I barely remember that day, I just know that we somehow got away.” Looking at the reflection of the stars in the water you thought about your family, that moved to Esgaroth after the attack of the beast.

“I am glad to have you here. It feels like I have a piece of my home with me.” He smiles softly at you. Returning his with a smile of your own you squeeze his hand, that was still holding yours. “We will get back our home. We will fight for what is rightfully ours.” You reassure him, looking into his bright blue eyes that glimmer with hope. You will get your home back. Even if it is the last thing you will do.

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sl-ut · 11 months ago

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even more streamer!ellie hcs

part one | part two

ellie is not at all embarrassed to admit that a large portion of her own fame was largely due to her connection to y/n

like ofc she was already fairly popular on twitch but its not like the average person who didn't watch streams would recognize her

she ends up making a new priv instagram bc she gains like 50k new followers in a month

she only has like maybe 100 followers on the new one and basically just posts random photo dumps, family photos, and especially the literal cutest and/or horrendous photos of her gf

posts a LOT on her ig stories on both accounts

her main pfp is deffffff some screenshot that she took of their happy little sim family or like their little minecraft guys standing side by side lol

ik i said before that she loves playing like the sims w her gf on stream, but she also LOVES playing roblox together

starting drama in dress to impress, causing havoc in bloxburg, making friends and enemies galore in tdi

her avatar is definitely so dumb like its probably the hamster or squirrel or like the most basic ass starter avatar with a shirt that has her gfs face on it

and her username is def like "y/nstan420" or something

when she's streaming alone she's more focused and serious (but still her silly little self) but when she's with others, esppppp if her gf is on with her, she defffff gives weston koury vibes like im actually giggling at this so hard

they both make tiktoks of each other

y/n once did the "watch my gf for me" trend and she came back to find ellie holding the phone and ranting about something so random like she was probably explaining her favourite theory about how the dinosaurs went extinct or something about planets and space idek

ellie doesn't really follow trends as often, instead just posting videos of her scaring her gf or pranking her or maybe even like mukbangs or something

loves to post fit checks before they go out to do literally anything

also likes to lipsync to dirty audios

the video always ends as she's about to get smacked upside the head

idk if i ever actually gave much backstory???? but here we go anyways lol

i think we've established that y/n is an up-and-coming actress

they met through a friend of dina's, who was a costume designer on the set of y/n's first big film

dina visited her friend on set on the last day of filming and she ended up getting an invite to the cast/crew party that night

jesse was tooooo busy to hang out with his bombshell gf ig???? so ellie got to go with her

she already knew who y/n was since she was starting to gain popularity and was immediately adopted by lesbian twitter

she was so nervous when she clocked her on the other side of the room

spent the whole night shuffling around the room to gain the courage to go talk to her

also spent all of that time trying to come off like the coolest chillest most confident masc ever like she wasn't constantly wiping the sweat from her palms lmaoooo

she finally was forced to lay on the moves when y/n came over to join in on the convo with her castmates

ellie made her laugh and vice versa

she shocked herself when she offered to grab another drink from the kitchen "for the pretty lady"

she immediately considered throwing herself off of the impossibly high deck

was even more shocked when the girl only laughed and hopped up to join her, fingers curling into her bicep

she totally wasn't flexing the whole time

dina was wandering around looking for her, way too drunk to be there much later considering that it was almost 2 am and had to work a ten hour shift tmr :(((

she didn't have much luck bc she never thought to check the upstairs guest bathroom

ellie constantly be fighting them uhaul lesbian rumours

but she actually was ready to upheave her entire life to follow y/n around the world

reposts any and all posts of her gf on her story

adds little hearts and stars and little taglines that earn her a scolding

like that one time she wore a tight-fitting corset on the red carpet that had the girls lifted to the heavens

she captioned it "i <3 my gf('s boobs)"

fights with haters in her gf's comment section

wears her gf's merch

omg the way she SCRUMPT when she saw the paparazzi pic of her girl wearing ellie's merch out on a random thursday

they hadn't even made it official yet

flirts with her gf in random comment sections lol

like y/n comments on dina's selfie and ellie is instantly replying to her

"u come here often?"

they have def been caught in compromising positions soooo many times

like by their friends, cast and crew members on set, y/n's manager, even the paps

ellie felt so boss when tmz posted a pic of her pressing her gf against the wall outside of the club they'd gone to on ellie's bday

els had her tongue down her gfs throat and both of her hands jammed up the front of her top, very clearly grasping and squeezing her breasts

they got a stern talking to from y/n's pr team but ellie actually didn't care

she def has phantom dick disorder in literally all aspects of her life

lets not forget that this version of ellie does not have experience in fighting and has not lived through an apocalypse so she's contextually less tough than normal ellie

but that doesn't stop her from mouthing off to assholes three times her size

don't get me wrong, she can hold her own and still works out on occasion, but she fr looks like a chihuahua barking at pitbulls when she gets yapping

speaking of, stoned!ellie absolutely loves when her gf be yapping

i love the dynamic of ellie doing a chat stream w her gf where ellie's got her in her lap, leaning back with droopy eyes and a dopey smile, still giving her gf all of her attention while her gf ends up being more of a "alert and yappy" stoned and is rambling about strangely philosophical topics and answering questions in chat

ellie is just sitting there just giggling and when her gf turns to her she just goes "ur so smart baby" and "u look so pretty rn"

omg omg omg i luv this pairing im never gonna stop writing them like

bonus: this is the vibe of the ck campaign i mentioned in the last part

#reader insert #x reader #imagines #lesbian #ellie x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us

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wileys-russo · 2 years ago

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would love a flu season part 2 (with grumpy lessi and leah bc you recover but they both get sick)

flu season 2.0 II a.russo & l.williamson

"baby!" you looked up from your phone hearing a tired yell from the bedroom, dropping the device on the kitchen counter and hurrying over. "yeah lessi?" you smiled from the doorway, the blonde sniffling and pointing to the tv.

"can you get me the remote please?" she requested weakly, voice croaky and broken as you nodded, darting in to grab it from on top of the dresser. "here love." you smiled, smoothing her hair away from her sweat dampened forehead and placing the remote on her chest.

"watch something with me?" the girl asked, shuffling over a little and patting the gap. "babe!" before you could even give her an answer you heard another yell from the living room. "i'll come back, find something to watch." you bent down and kissed her forehead affectionately before racing out of the room.

"yeah lee?" you stopped in front of the lounge where your other girlfriend was sprawled out like a starfish, sending her a smile.

"can i have a cold cloth for my head please? i'm boiling." leah groaned, having stripped down to just a pair of shorts and a sports bra but you could still see her body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.

with a nod you darted back to the kitchen, cracking open the freezer and grabbing out one of the frozen towels you'd stashed away earlier. "here baby." you knelt down on the carpet, gently placing the cold cloth on her forehead as she sighed in relief.

"baby!" you placed a kiss to leahs shoulder blade and shot to your feet, quickly returning to the bedroom. "yeah less?" you asked with an almost pained smile, hovering in the doorway. she didn't say another word, only lifting the covers again and patting the empty space beside her.

"okay." you sighed with a nod moving to lay down with her, sticking your legs out of the covers, immediately overwhelmed with her body heat as your girlfriend wrapped around you, head falling to your chest.

you rubbed circles into her back and tangled your other hand in her hair, feeling her body settle on top of yours as you tried to ignore the way you were very quickly starting to overheat, the taller girl basically a human hot water bottle.

"babe!" no sooner had you started to relax a little did you hear the cry from the living room. "sorry love." you mumbled, nudging for alessia to let go of you as she did so begrudgingly and you slipped out of bed, hurrying back out of the room.

with both of them falling sick right as you'd started to feel better you'd spent the last two days running around like a madwoman trying to cater to their every need, and it was starting to take its toll.

"yeah lee?" you forced a smile, shrugging off your hoodie still hot from cuddling with alessia, tossing it on the back of the lounge. "can you put the ac on?" the blonde grumbled, face hidden beneath the cold cloth covering her face as you strode over to the control panel.

"its on now baby." you leant down and squeezed her leg as she moved to lift the cloth. "come." she forced herself to sit up, patting the space behind her head. "aren't you hot?" you asked with a concerned gaze.

"yeah but i wanna put my head in your lap at least, i miss you." leah pouted, face still ghostly pale as you melted a little at the rare vulnerability from the stern captain, nodding and doing as she asked.

her head now laid in your lap you played gently with her hair at her request, your eyes slipping closed for just a moment, exhaustion beginning to catch up with you.

"baby!"

your head shot back up at the noise, shifting to move leah who grunted and pushed her head back onto your lap. "no, she's had you all day." the defender huffed grumpily, hands latching onto your shorts possessively. "lee, baby-"

"baby!"

"leah, my love i need to make sure she's okay." you sighed, kissing her forehead and gently prying her fingers off of you, moving to stand as her head thumped back to the lounge, ignoring her grumbles.

"yeah less?" you stepped back into the bedroom, ignoring the ache setting into your back and neck. "you left me." the striker frowned grumpily, opening her arms again as you sent her a tired smile, returning into bed with her.

you were laid down for all of two minutes before her stomach grumbled. "do you think you could keep something down baby?" you murmured quietly, thumb tracing her jaw as she nodded. "soup." she yawned, rolling off of you as you nodded and returned to your feet.

you sighed in relief as you darted past a fast asleep leah on the lounge, gently peeling off the now warm cloth from where she'd left it on the coffee table.

careful to keep as quiet as you could you rummaged around the kitchen, grabbing out a pre-made soup and starting to heat it up on the stove. you relished in the brief moment of peace and quiet, closing your eyes and resting your head on your fist.

"babe!" you jolted back awake, leahs head popping up over the lounge as you hurried over. "cloth." she ordered, flopping back down and covering her face with her hand as you obliged, darting back to the freezer.

"baby!"

"two seconds lessi!" you called back, placing the cloth over leahs sweltering forehead. "m'hungry." leah mumbled, eyes still closed. "i'll bring you something in a sec lee." you promised, turning on your heel and running to the bedroom.

"baby!" you arrived to the door right as she shouted again. "i'm here love. you alright?" you asked, slightly out of breath. "kiss." alessia demanded grumpily. you moved to peck her lips a couple times, ignoring her whines for a proper one.

"soup." she gave up and repeated her earlier word. "yes! sorry its coming baby." you promised, pecking her lips one last time and running back to the kitchen. "babe!" you halted in your tracks, spinning on foot.

"yeah lee?" your lips forced a smile. "come back." the captain ordered, patting the space behind her head. "two seconds love." you requested. "you've been spending more time with her than me." the blonde accused with a scowl.

"it would make things so much easier if you were both just together babe, then i wouldn't have to keep running back and forth and all of us could be together." you suggested, somewhat desperately.

"no! all less wants to do is cuddle and suffocate me, i'm dying." leah groaned in disagreement. "i heard that! asshole!" alessia croaked back, voice breaking from the bedroom. "stop yelling please less you'll lose your voice again." you remanded darting off to the kitchen, hissing as the soup had just started to boil over.

"baby!" "babe! "baby!" "babe!" "baby?" "babe?"

"oh fuck!" you swore, grabbing the soup pot with your bare hands to try and move it off the heat, racing to the tap and running the burn under cold water, wincing with each second that passed.

"baby?" "babe?" "baby!" "babe!"

you withheld the urge to scream, yanking your hand away and hastily drying it, your girlfriends refusing to cease their calling out for you as your head began to pound.

"two seconds!" you called back as you grabbed your phone off the counter, racing off to the bathroom and slamming the door shut, sitting down on the toilet lid and hitting dial.

"hi! i'm so sorry to bother you but the girls have both gone down with the flu and i really need some help."

knowing support was on its way gave you a sudden second wind, racing around to dish up the soup and giving alessia a bowl, promising to come back and give her a cuddle soon as she'd eaten.

leah had turned her nose up at the soup claiming it was too hot, so you'd thrown together a plain ham sandwich instead which she was taking cautious bites of, the silence of the two of them eating allowing you a brief moment to chug a few glasses of water.

then finally, the door bell went.

"whose that?" leah croaked out after she'd swallowed her sandwich, eyes narrowing as you purposefully refused to answer, knocks sounding now instead.

"whose at the door?" alessia shuffled out of the bedroom with a frown, a blanket wrapped tightly around her like a cocoon, empty bowl in hand.

"babe. who is there?" leah asked, more sternly now as you gave them both a guilty smile and the knocks increased.

"don't hate me. remember, i'm only doing this because i love you and i want you to get well as soon as possible." and with that you opened the front door, the two figures hurrying inside wasting no time fussing around and ordering about the two sick blondes.

"you called our mums!?"

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siriuslysmoking · 1 year ago

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Summary: An unlikely friendship leads into the battlefield together and somehow still stays strong. After Seven years of a full friendship something slips, and it will never be the same.

Warnings: None? Parental issues ig but nothing major.

-Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place And have a drink or two And then I go and spoil it all By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"-

Growing up living next to the Harringtons was different than you expected, between the ages of zero to fifteen you heard parties next door every weekend. Then one weekend they stopped. You couldn't help but notice the lack of cars in the driveway. But Steve was still at school, his parents though, his parents were nowhere to be found.

Four weekends after the parties stopped you decided to confront Steve, you'd barely talked to him before, brief hello's after school, small waves through your bedroom windows, maybe a head nod of acknowledgement in the school hallways.

When you got home from school you saw the lights of a TV flickering in the window, you decided to finally talk to him. Knocking on the door you heard some shuffling from the otherside of the door. You watched as Fifteen year old Steve opened the door lazily.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm coming in." You said with a smile.

"You can't just come in." He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yes. I can." You wait until he moves to the side, granting you access to the house.

You tried not to notice the mess, but you couldn't help looking around the house you've never been in before.

"What do you need?"

"I don't need anything." You turn to him in the entryway.

"Then why are you here, bothering me."

"Oh, I'm a joy to be around, I'm not a bother."

"Alright, sunshine, What do you not need?" He rolls his eyes, leaning against the doorframe.

"I think you need something, actually, not me."

"Okay, Genie, what do I need?" He jokes sarcastically.

"A friend."

"I have friends."

"Not those types of friends, friends that don't care about what you're actually thinking." You smile softly.

"If you came here just to make me feel bad about myself, feel free to leave-"

"Where are your parents Steve?" You interrupt him, cutting to the chase.

"What?"

"Where are you parents? Every Night for the past four weeks your driveway has been empty, The shrubs are overgrown and your mother always took care of those. The house has been silent every weekend. What I'm asking is, where are you parents."

"I uh..." he pauses, something seems to be caught in his throat that he just is not willing to let go.

"You don't have to tell me, but it has to get lonely in here, if you want some company, I'm just next door." You leave a smile and turn to leave.

The next time you see Steve is two nights later, you spot him while you're laying in bed with a book. He opens his window and motions for you to do the same, you learn outside the window and give him a questioning gaze.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Yeah, I'll bring popcorn." You smile, you didn't expect him to accept your offer of being friends, but you're happy he did.

"Thanks Sunshine."

Seven years later Steve and you have been through thick and thin, from teenage breakups, parent issues, and interdimensional creatures. Still your friendship was somehow still growing bigger.

As the party died down you walked your guests out, thanking them for coming, and the housewarming gifts.

Once everyone leaves it's just you and Steve, the two of you clean up together and once you both are done you pour a glass of wine for the both of you. You hand Steve his as you both settle onto the couch. "Thanks, Sunny."

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"I'll get some popcorn." Steve says sitting up and moving to the kitchen, "Pick out a movie, just nothing too geeky."

"Hey! My movie picks are far superior than yours."

"Don't insult my movie preferences, I worked at Family Video for a year!" He shouts from the kitchen.

"Yeah until the government paid us off for our silence."

He returns with a bag of popcorn.

"Did you burn it again?" It wasn't even a question at this point.

"I take offense to that! I am fully capable of making popcorn."

"You may be able to make a beautiful fettuccine but popcorn is not your forte." He scoffs as he opens the bag and then the smell comes... "Steve, I swear."

"I didn't mean to!" He yells, you grab the bag as you rush to the trash to throw it out and open up a window.

"You are forever off popcorn duty." You shout behind you, throwing in a new bag. "The fact that you do it every time astounds me."

Once a fresh bag is made, you snuggle up with a blanket on the couch.

Halfway through the movie Steve lays his head down on your lap, you slowly run your fingers through his hair, you hear his breathing start to grow smoother and slower. You let him sleep through the movie so he'll not be so tired for his drive home. But looking at the time he should probably just stay the night

Once the movie is over you shake Steve awake, since it's so late you tell him to stay the night, he holds no argument and just follows you back to your room, once he's changed and you've both brushed your teeth.

"Night Stevie."

"I love you, Sunny." He's said it a million times over the past seven years, but this time... this time I just felt different. His heavy eyes held something that's never been aimed in your direction before. You can't get yourself to let words out, His throat sounds tight when he whispers shakily, "I'm so in love with you, it's almost painful to see you knowing that you don't know that I am utterly enamored with you. You are my universe, my star, my sky, my Sunny. And I'm sorry, I'm ruining the best thing I've ever had saying this, but I can't go another day without knowing your feelings."

You just stare at him for what feels like hours, days, years. You only escape your mind when Steve suddenly sits up, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

He says it over and over that it doesn't even sound like a word anymore. "I shouldn't have- I'm sorry."

"Steve," You murmur, standing up and rounding the bed to try to stop him from getting dressed.

"I'm so sorry, Sunny-" He's buttoning his jeans when you place your hands on his cheek, you only realize then that he let the clawing tears escape his eyes.

"Stop." You look at him softly, "Steve, I need you to breathe."

You hear him take a deep shaky breath, "I didn't want to ruin this-"

"Steve, you didn't ruin anything." You say with a soft smile.

"I- I didn't?"

You shake your head slowly, "I love you so much Steve that it consumes me, sometimes it's all I am, the love I have for you, and it's only grown over the years now that I know you."

"No..." He looks relieved, "Really?"

"Yes, Steve." You move one of your hands into his hair, it's the best way to soothe him. "So much that Robin considered calling a doctor."

He smiles into your hands, "Can I kiss you now?"

"You don't need to ask, you never need to ask." Then his lips meet your and it was like coming up for air after being stuck underwater for a lifetime.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." He repeats into your lips with a smile. Once you separate he rests his forehead on yours, "I love how you know me, I love how you love me."

Because to be loved is to be known.

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